Poetries

A New Beginning

Blue sky, green trees

Soaring buildings, crowded streets

Millions of people passing by

I stood there trying to keep my head up high

One table, two people

Cold room, hot chairs

A pair of eyes glaring right through me

I sat there looking as strong as an oak tree

Pencil clicked, papers flipped

Chair creaked, hands folded

Bold questions thrown at me

I tried to answer with glee

One hour, two hours

Her tea is getting cold, but her smile is getting warm

She stood up and shook my hands, congratulating me

I showed a sincere smile and shook her hands, greeting my new beginning