When we entered the Parliament House to pay our last respects to Lee Kuan Yew, I scribbled down a short poem on the back of my friend’s farewell card.
From dust to dust
The sands of history will pass.
But you have left your mark,
In every Singaporean’s heart.
I came up with the poem on the fly, after queuing and walking for almost 9 hours throughout the humid and overcast night.
It’s a pity that I did not take a picture of the poem, because for the life of me, I cannot remember if the second line is: “The sands of history will pass” or “The sands of history will be passed“. The former make sense and sounds better. But I have a feeling that I might have actually written the latter after a marathon queuing session.
And I cannot remember if I wrote the last line as “In every Singaporean’s heart“. I think I might have wrote something else entirely.
Well, time will tell after the millions of tributes and condolences have been shifted through.
On another note, I wanted to talk about Amos Yee and Singaporeans who jumped on others in defense of LKY.
But then I thought otherwise and decided not too – no point joining the fray.