Hong Kong Young Writers Anthologies Poetry 2017 | Page 50

"The old and the new hold hands like good friends,
Ready for changes the future may send.
The world is a city, the city's a world,
Where dreams are spun and stories are told.
These are my tales of an old Shanghai,
Memories of a time that has long gone by."
The woman fell silent, a smile in her eyes,
Outside the window the sunset skies
Lit up the city with a golden glow.
The answer you've looked for you suddenly know:
The past is a river that will always flow,
Shanghai is a place you will never let go.