The Old Folks

(A poem written in December 2015)

The old folks struggled through the desert thirstily,
Gasping for the emerald blue water of an oasis dreamily,
They saw an emerald blue, scampering to the location ecstatically,
And siphoned off every single bit of water pleasurably.

The old folks struggled through the Amazon unhappily,
They were swatting every insect desperately,
Then one shouted, “I’ve got it” excitedly,
Hitting all of them powerfully to store in one big bowl.

The old folks struggled through the island, being stranded sadly,
They were muttering about hunger and thirst glumly,
Then one caught a net-full of fish successfully,
And all three enjoyed their supper joyfully.

Written by:
Koh Chee Yuan