The Working Capitol

by Emily Wong

Why would a can of Coke
Cost three dollars
When it’s only half a dollar
When bought in a carton
At the supermarket?

Reinvention!

The nostalgic quaint music
Played retrospectively in the background…
Every little thing that you do…
Keeps getting better…
I was dying inside…

Dying inside…
To get better in all that I’m doing

How does one write the poignant
To stir in the readers
To appreciate the past
Not tinged with regrets
But of hope and significance?

There is a need to move on
With the writer’s craft

Reinvent the old with the new
Build the same thirst for writing
In the digital natives

They say, a picture paints a thousand words
Despite a thousand pictures out there
Few words are actually spoken
Though read on the palm of hands

We need to reinvent
The old with the new
The new with the old

It’s the same old Coke
Albeit, a new price

Served at The Working Capitol