As I walked the way <br />by the crossroad of woes; <br />Worrying up a bit <br />by my wandering toes; <br />As my tattered sandals <br />said: I can't go no longer, <br />My burdened feet slumber <br />by the endless torment trail. <br />As my hand moved to crawl <br />by the crossroad of pains; <br />Worrying up a little <br />by my wandering spins; <br />As my rippened wound <br />tittled up so as to surrender; <br />My burdened spirit clumber <br />by the endless joy trail. <br />At last, I see a silhoutted light <br />by the glance of my flattened eyes; <br />As the woes pained in a scoop, <br />here the chanting cymbals of last hope!<br /><br />Gil Gregorio<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/chanting-cymbals-of-last-hope/
