Name: Ng Yee Juenne

Class: 11S
Title of Poem: A Day in Life A Sestina
In this time of praise we eat
Away our sorrows, and let the beat
Of the music of our souls, it plays
Till the early hours of morrows day
And complaints and compliments we write
In our hearts, in this time, when the moon
shines bright.
Then, all a sudden comes the dawn bright.
And trudge we down, to eat.
Breaking our fast, while some just write.
As the radio pours out its beat.
Come morn, come day,
For we are ready for whatever decision that
plays,
This is the drama that plays
This spectacle in which we are the bright Stars that shine during the day
And these our stories that the audience love to
eat
Fall in time to a beat
Thats a rhythm, that we must write
And oh! The tales that we write!
Be they fantasy, facts or plays.
The heavy beat,
The spotlight bright,
And gossip is food the rumour-mill will eat.
This we must continue, through to noon this
day.
Then night must start to end the day,
At our posts we must write,
Supping on dinner we eat,
While we watch as the film roll plays.
For the sun is now no longer bright,
And the moonlight throbs with a steady beat
And we trudge up the stairs, falling on our beds
beat.
Bone-tired weary at the end of our day,
Just before we turn to our dreams, our eyes
bright,
Chronicle our lives we do write,
As our imagination starts to play,
We make sure theres a midnight snack to eat.
The music gives us a beat, that rhythmically
helps us to write;
And till we wake to another day, the film by
Morpheus shall play.
And when we wake to the morn so bright. The
cycle starts again, when we trudge down; to
eat.