The world you stage

At your palm you smile

The years been kind

As you take it all in your strides

The memories stay

Every way you go your way

Every resume you make

It will shine in every mind

The whispers of now and then

It glows as you take your time

The years been kind

The world you see

You will keep in your strides

As you blow your lighted candles

The memories smile the passage smooth

As you wish it as you take it along

Into resume you will make some more

In Singapore he tried

He couldn't find it so he returned

Got a job in The Star

He trenched it there for decades

Until he retired a free spirit........

We read it in sports columns

Of the battles of sports in the State

Occasionally he would be posted

Covering National news reporting

Yet he stayed put

In one place for decades

Travelling from home to office

Back to home after late in the night

Life of a reporter............

Time wasn't a fixed table

A good man; a good husband

A good father now a toting grandfather

Leaving the field of reporting

Now watching his grandchildren

The years moving on

He walks with a purpose

He lives to enjoy his moments

Be a grandfather; wife watching him

Let him watch his grand-children grow

The many sunsets he will flow

The painted colours in the sky

Crafted in his minds as the years moving by

He knows he lives his best moments

He smiles as he blows away his birthday candles

Life pages he has made it on his own