Written when we were living in the city |
My room has a nice view as I open the window Across the street are coconut trees beside a bungalow I can see clearly the sky and the bright stars When full moon it's more lovely when night starts. But the side corner is crowded and not nice to see An array of cars parked and their honks are noisy The smell of their engines sometimes suffocates me Oh ! There's no fresh air in this very busy city. I always love a room with a view It can be by the sea, by the mountain or plateau It can be by the garden where roses grow And the chirping of birds that keeps me on the go. I used to have a room with a nice view In the home sweet home Moalboal where I grew As I open the window I heard the cascading waves of the sea In the early evening I love the smell of the Dama de Noche. GOD ALMIGHTY brought me back here in the city To attend my grandson's need and he is one and only I have to close the windows so I cannot smell The polluted air that in the busy streets dwell. Yet, I am happy I have a room In this busy corner is our home sweet home An array of doors in an apartment building The neighbors I don't know their names and I am not talking. Neighbors side by side, like strangers in the night Exchanging glances, not even a smile Oh what a sight This is a different life from our old familiar place Where every neighbor is a friend and conversation took at ease. Everybody in this apartment seems so busy A life in a hurry as busy as a bee No time for sweet hello and a sweet smile To make a day wonderful and so worthwhile. Our neighbors , now I see them, now I don't Busy making money, Relax they don't Even on Sundays they cannot be found Oh! They are nurses and doctors, making their hospitals round. A room with a view when it rains, the window I open I love to hear the sound of the rain that rhythm The smell of the pollution it also lessen And my heart is smiling YES, I am smiling again. |