that is so invigorating
That will move even a dying man's head.
To bear it up for a last sniff of life
A life once lived, a life again relived
But for a fleeting moment.
Bread, the bearer of smiles
To the living, to the about-dying
Always fresh, always the best.
Ah, bread my mom used to bake
Bread my neighbour used to sell
Bread I used to share, fight over
Bread I had used as communion
during a wedding ceremony
So long ago. A love so fresh
A bread of happy times
A bread of hungry times
A bread of innocent times
Bread. Break. Broken.
A dying man drops his head
A pain is gone, a smile remains
- by TC Lai
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