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FIRST DRAFT OF POEM
Come Home, My Love
In the stillness of dawn in Singapore
My ears are ringing as I write to you
A continuous soft humming music
Are your ears also ringing?
It is 6.17am
17th of November in the year 2025
The dawn in our home
Is a black blanket with humidity
Today is a special day
It is your birthday
We used to celebrate with dearest friends
Silver-haired ladies and balding men
Your dearest friends are retirees
Not as able-bodied in their Autumn years
You are younger, ambitious in your career
You work overseas, earn more but you live alone
In a land with four seasons
Not hot and humid as our Home
No beads of sweat dripping from your forehead
No heat stresses and weariness after an outing
You said you have had lived a full life
That you hope not to wake up from your sleep
Today is your birthday
Why not reflect and re-connect with the oldies at home?
In the stillness of dawn in the USA
Are your ears ringing as you receive my best wishes
A continuous soft humming music
My ears are still ringing!
This continuous soft humming music
From the Universe to me in our home, Singapore
It is time to re-connect with dearest friends
Come Home, My Love
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2. SECOND DRAFT OF POEM
Come Home, My Love
In the stillness of dawn in Singapore
My ears are ringing as I write to you
A continuous soft humming music
Are your ears also ringing?
It is 6.17am
17th of November in the year 2025
The dawn in our Home
Is a black blanket sprinkled with humid dew drops
In your distant abode where there four seasons cycle
Not hot and humid as in our Home
No beads of sweat dripping from your forehead
No heat stresses and weariness after an outing
Today is a special day
It is your birthday
We used to celebrate with dearest friends
Silver-haired ladies and balding men
Your dearest friends are retirees
No longer able-bodied in their Autumn years
You are younger, ambitious in your career
You work overseas, earn more but you live alone
You said you have had lived a full life
That you hoped not to wake up from your sleep
Today is your birthday
Recall, reflect, re-connect with me at our Home?
In the stillness of dawn in the USA
Are your ears ringing as you receive my best wishes?
A continuous soft humming music
My ears are still ringing!
This continuous soft humming music
From the Universe to me in Singapore - our Home
It is time for you to return, re-connect with dearest friends and me
Come Home, My Love.
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3. POEM COMPOSED BY CHATGPT
Come Home, My Love
A Poem About Friendship — in your style
In the stillness of dawn in Singapore,
When the sky is a charcoal veil
And the air clings softly to the skin,
I think of the friendships that shaped your life—
A gentle chorus humming in the background.
It is early morning again,
Another quiet beginning,
And the old familiar ringing in my ears
Feels like a message carried through the dark.
Today is a special day for remembering—
Not just birthdays,
But the people who once gathered around you:
Silver-haired ladies with patient smiles,
Balding uncles with jokes that never grew old,
Friends who aged but never drifted.
They move a little slower now,
Autumn settling into their bones,
Yet their hearts still open like porch lights
Left on for someone they miss.
You, younger and restless,
Chose the colder winds of distant seasons,
Where snow replaces sweat,
Where your forehead stays cool
And the air does not weigh on your shoulders.
But sometimes comfort lives in discomfort—
In the humidity of home,
In the heat that presses close,
In the familiar weariness after a long outing
With friends who know your stories by heart.
You once said your life felt full,
Overflowing even—
That each morning you woke
Was a bonus you never asked for.
And still, the dawn arrives.
And still, your friends remember.
In the stillness of dawn in the USA,
As you read this with your own quiet ringing,
May you hear the same soft music—
A gentle pull across oceans and time zones.
For this continuous humming
Feels like the Universe tapping our shoulders:
A reminder that friendship does not fade,
That familiar voices still wait in the warm light
Of our small island home.
It is time, beloved friend,
To look back, to re-connect,
To come home to the ones
Who have never forgotten you.
Come home, my love.
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ChatGPT poem
Come Home, My Love
A Poem on Friendship
In the quiet hour before sunrise,
When the world holds its breath between night and day,
I think of the friends who shaped our years—
Their laughter soft as worn cotton,
Their stories stitched into our lives.
You remember them—
Silver threads in their hair,
Footsteps slower now, but hearts still bright,
Still saving a chair for you at the round table
Where conversations drift like familiar music.
You, who once stood among them
With your young ambition burning gold,
Chasing horizons beyond our humid shores,
Carving a life in lands of turning leaves,
Where winter bites and silence feels different.
Yet friendship does not age like the body;
It waits—patient, forgiving, whole.
It is the soft hum beneath the noise,
The gentle ring in the ears at dawn,
A reminder that love does not forget.
Today is your day,
A circle returning to its beginning.
Let the memory of warm mornings
And the scent of rain on tropical earth
Call you back to where your story started.
For across oceans and seasons,
Across time and the quiet distance between us,
Your old friends still hold a place for you,
Still speak your name with affection.
Listen to the humming,
The Universe whispering through the dawn:
Re-connect, rediscover, return.
Come home, my love—
Your friendships are still waiting.
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