Cashew Heights in Singapore. Photo by Angela Lansbury. Copyright.
After I have left Singapore
I'll have a host of memories
Throw out the old, make room for more
Remember good, bad, how it is
I'll speak only of what was good
Will I remember sunny days?
Or fool myself that it was cool
In air con, stuck indoors by haze
Ignore the cockroach on the floor
Nothing worse than a cockroach, dead
Ignore peeled plaster, mouldy shoes
It moves! I take back what I said
While I pack up, I feel so sad
But we have found a remedy
Think of the bad things and be glad
I'll fool the world whilst fooling me
Then later I'll speak of it well
Whilst not regretting what has gone
Have many happy tales to tell
Feign equally glad where I've gone.
-ends-
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