Entry 14: Last but not Least

14 weeks for this blog has passed. I somehow feel attached to my weekly posts, as if they are the sugar for Teh-o-ais. What is Teh-o-ais without sugar?!

Anyways, not wasting my last post of the semester, I'm gonna end it like how I started it; with a short poem.

Every ending,
Is a new beginning,
What is wrong,
With the world we're living?

When we have,
We reserve,
When we lack,
We love.

Give a man a bar of gold,
He invests even more gold,
Let him not know what is gold,
He invests love til' old.

But who am I to judge,
A worthless sinful man,
But all that God has done,
Has made me able to stand.

As far as I may know,
Nothing in this world I own,
For not myself I even own,
For I am God's alone.

This poem isn't really as good as the previous ones, but here you go ><

I might continue writing this blog, but might not be as often though.

Have an awesome week, guys :)

Til' then, again,
My heart will open,
Slightly explained,
For your perception.

-George Yau-

Entry 13: Does it matter?

Does it matter?

The things that we do?

What really matters?

Materials or you?

The sweat and blood,

Of scars and scorns.

Is it for love,

Or for those horns?

Can we see them?

Can we not?

The reason and purpose,

That most forgot.

Remember your route,

Don't ever stray.

For when you do,

Hurt others, you may.

From papers to metals,

And leathers to gold.

Are all these your cravings,

And treasure til' old?

Take the log out,

From the eyes of the wicked,

And nurture your wisdom,

With the mind you've been blessed,

Whenever you're weak,

And heavily burdened,

Remember the purpose,

From the wisdom you've learned.

Does it matter?

The things that we do?

You know what matters,

And the answer is you.

Til' then, again,
My heart will open,
Slightly explained,
For your perception.

-George Yau-