POEM TRANSLATION: SONNET & HAIKU 159
PUSHING AN OLD DEAD CAR
Relaxed and sipped black coffee at the mall;
My pal called, told about the ringgit fall.
Hard to refrain from looking at the rate;
Heart would miss beats, an attack would be fate.
At supermarket, bought myself a bag;
And I paid thirty percent on price tag.
The money might dwindle after next week;
Helpless, the foreign reserve was too weak.
Frugal or spend, we would soon be bankrupt;
It’s hard to prevent theft from the corrupt.
The system was faulty for fifty years;
Changing the driver would not change the gear.
We need engine overhauled to jump-start;
Pushing an old dead car was just not smart.
MALAYSIAN HAIKU/SENRYU: ECHOES 159
(OLD & YOUNG GINGER)《老羌与嫩羌》
lives in his shadows
same words said, but weight differs
old smart, young smarting