The Love Of Elders
The love of the elders
Is like the edible mini snails that crawls
No matter how you push
Really sticks or attached to the youth.
Ay Inday as what I heard
You were afforded a *pamamanhikan by a widower
Gruel in my mouth
Was turned into fried rice.
The love of the youth
Is like a dyed clothe.
That no matter how you care for it
It will fade because it is fading.
My whole statement
Are the signs / reminders of a lady
So that she will not be compared to
A crazy person.