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commonwealth: sharing in the wealth of the land
Where the morning light warms old concrete wall
And the birdsong echoes
Children’s laughter rings from the decks
Tall trees lean over sheltered walkways,
Kopitiam steam rising,
The MRT hums a familiar tune
I walk these blocks, these aging skies,
And feel the years pass by,
No matter where I roam or dwell,
I carry with me…
The breeze carries tales from Tanglin Halt,
Of kampung days and Merdeka’s call,
Of neighbors kind, and friendships
In every brick, a memory elate
Its humble light, a gentle glow,
No city lights can quite dispel
The warmth I feel










