Never gone

There was once a group of friends
It was weird how they got together at a meeting
They have knew each other since their secondary school

And one night they met
They sat around the table
Talked for a while and 3 of them left, leaving 1 behind

The next year came round
The 4 of them met again
Under the same circumstances
Talked and left 1 behind too, but not the same person

Sometimes around the span of another year
They met yet again
This time they talked very long
They mentioned that this was becoming a cycle
Each one of them was to go to another's to meet
All 4 of them laughed at this crazy stupid idea
Suddenly 1 of them say

"Eh fuck lah! Don't anyhow talk leh!"

All 4 of them laughed again
And suddenly silence falls
Some carried on to crack and eat peanuts
Some just kept quiet and clasped their hands together
All of them knew that suddenly in the span of 3 years
It was really becoming a cycle....

It was another's turn
But this time, the one who mentioned that the statement
made was very very taboo stuff is in the army
The rest was still busy with their life....

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The coffee you made was pure sweetness
The way you held my hand was smoothing
The way you asked me to go take a cold drink
even though I had taken 1 too many never fails
to make me very happy
The angbaos you gave or ask me to take myself
was priceless regardless of the amount you gave

Time took its beating hard on you
You turned from bubbly to frail and weak
Illness and injuries befall you
You lost the wonder of sight
And you start to fail to see the sons/daughters/
grandsons/granddaughters of the future

And I decrease my frequency of visits
As so with the others
But everytime I went
I kneel down beside you
You touched my face, slowly tracing my facial feature
Saying that who I am resembles my parents
Calling me, remembering me as I am the only
grandson who spend his Sats going to your house
and buying you food to eat with you

You started having troubles washing the dishes
My responsibilities and committments increased too
Hack-care-ness was all that took
And the frequency decreased yet again

And now...
And now...
I'm not sure what I'm typing anymore

Work is taking its toll on me now...
Plant visits, line tracing, preparing jobpacks, schematic drawings
Excel sorting, ungodly timings are beating up
my injuries-wrecked body
I cant kneel down w/o standing up and feeling
that my leg is gonna collaspe underneath me
I cant even keep my health intact for long periods of time

Its just the fucked-up sleeping times
Just plain fucked-up
Nono...I'm who one who's fucked up

I don't know what I'm typing once again