Face is sterned,
Moves in restraint,
He's tall as he stands.
I was told he's handsome,
Finest bachelor in tow,
Name's fame in every town.
Now he's an old man,
Senile by time.
Still by his woman.
Walking down the red aisle,
His woman clinging to clout,
Directing the throne.
Beneath that crown is a cluck man;
The prince is just like that man,
Deceived by his woman.
BINABASA MO ANG
Mga Tula (Poems)
ŞiirMga Tula is a bunch of poems compiled and made by my vague mind. Some of these compilation of poems were taken from the stories I made. There are also poems made by my cousins and also, poems made by myself. So please, beware of dog. Ay este. Words...
