The tall skyscrapers behind
Bring us nowhere back in time
It seems so modern but in memories we trace
Then-an old sunny island,
Now-with buildings that amaze

But there were no memories of the old
The only history were the stories that were told
And past down by generations from the old to the new
But it is sad to say it is passed on to but a few

It is no longer unique;
Just like any other country
It turns into an urbanized city,
Much like the rest
The east and the Asians in us had been missing
But no one notices from the start till the day rests

Gone were the old wooden huts
Or children playing in puddles of mud
When the old is gone what will be told?
Which kind of memory will each one hold?

Will you remember the bustling city and
The fats paced life that leaves you busy?
Or a slower more peaceful part of life
Indulging what’s left in the sunrise
Of a very different Singapore

Nurul Freda Jamaluddin
3 Grace