The Working Capitol
The Working Capitol
by Emily Wong
Why would a can of Coke
Cost three dollars
When it’s only half a dollar
When bought in a carton
At the supermarket?
Reinvention!
The nostalgic quaint music
Played retrospectively in the background…
Every little thing that you do…
Keeps getting better…
I was dying inside…
Dying inside…
To get better in all that I’m doing
How does one write the poignant
To stir in the readers
To appreciate the past
Not tinged with regrets
But of hope and significance?
There is a need to move on
With the writer’s craft
Reinvent the old with the new
Build the same thirst for writing
In the digital natives
They say, a picture paints a thousand words
Despite a thousand pictures out there
Few words are actually spoken
Though read on the palm of hands
We need to reinvent
The old with the new
The new with the old
It’s the same old Coke
Albeit, a new price
Served at The Working Capitol