A POEM - A DAY IN SINGAPORE

A DAY IN SINGAPORE
I walked miles around Singapore.
It was a clean place,
A fancy, modern, clean place.
I didn’t mind.
It was a nice break from the
Filthy Asian capitals I’d been in
Over the last few months.
But the prices were higher,
And the sidewalks emptier,
And people obeyed the traffic signals,
And walked when they were told to walk.
I didn’t know what to think.
I liked it more than people said I would,
And less than I wished I did.
“oh, well,” I figured.
“tomorrow I’ll leave and fly to Indonesia.”
It was just that easy, sometimes,
To make those decisions.
To just have a thought,
Make a choice, and go run after it.
Or go run to it.