Friday, August 14, 2009
THE LAST STANZA
Noise all over the surroundings is present;Their sounds are all erring to my ear.
But there’s one tune that caught my awareness.
The sounds of dough, the call of the sea.
As I listened to its tricky tune,
It drove me closer to its source of power.
It neither looks as a flamenco or a mambo;
But it made me dance “loca” by its enticing songs.
Here comes the prelude:
Songs of disparage, songs of yell;
But it seems that its music really haunts me.
Two years of untiring strain
Same old tune and same old pitch
And here comes the sound of the waves, the winds;
And finally, the sea.
After various unchained melodies,
I thought I’ll already go back with a sweet tune to see.
But all of a sudden on my certainty,
“Unevitable changes” in my Academy.
“Many were called but few were chosen”
To sing with the music of the midshipmen’s hymn.
The coda is now playing so let us all be reminded,
That whatever things may have gone onto our way,
The last stanza of our life here in the Academy;
Only means a new sound track of our lives as PMMAers, future to be.
Rodcyn V. Yumang
Saturn Section
