Goodbye To The Pearl

After one month in the Philippines

My final night standing on the rooftop,
looking out over the city of Manila.
Clouds hanging heavy overhead,
streets wet from a late night rain.

Knowing this is my last night
with the beautiful people
I have met on my journey,
a sadness descends over me.

Reflections of my journey
fill my mind as I sleep.

Then as the dawn comes,
I awaken to sunrise for
the last time with
the Philippine Sea in the distance.

A new day for millions of people,
struggling to make a meager existence,
often from the trash around them,
hoping for just one meal for their family.

You give a few pesos hoping
to help a few, but knowing
the struggle will continue,
but with a happiness that escapes most of my world.

So as my final day has arrived,
heading to a jet plane,
I will never forget the
friends I have made.

The smiles I have seen,
happy people who have faith,
to take on another day,
with hope, that their day will come.

I will leave a little piece
of my heart, mind, and soul,
with the beautiful people,
that have touched me deeply.

So now I do not say goodbye, but until we meet again my friends.

Reviews

[Lorry]

Beautifully written memories of your time spent there, showing others the story behind the people and heir way of life, can only be a positive, as you never know who will come across this and want to find out for themselves. Great write.

[Willard Wells]

Thank you so much for visiting and you comments. Greatly appreciated. Hopefully others will travel and learn of the struggles on their own.

[Kristine Stewart]

This was touching in how you evoked the same emotions I had when leaving Moorea. Anyone who has traveled and experienced the influence of the culture of other peoples can appreciate this greatly. Good job.

[Willard Wells]

thank you for your reading and commenting.

[Kristine Stewart]

you are welcome