Poetry

Blockbuster movies got its sequels
Mobile phones kept its latest models
Few good churches still rapidly growing
While some of its converts are blowing
Yet, you are leaving anyway

Groceries are always piled in bulk
As consumers rushing like the Hulk
Only to find, there's just one thing they need
A cute appetite that is free from greed
Yet, you are leaving anyway

You had left a garden on a borrowed land
I wish you scripted the plants with your brand
The inner silks of your perky heart refined
This soothed me once in my rugged mind
Yet, you are still leaving anyway

The tasks ahead once you protected and pampered
Now crying like "flocks of sheep without a shepherd"
Clothes to wash, people to visit, and bills to pay
Are all patiently waiting, and missing you in dismay
Yes dear, you had left me anyway