Sweet Mints

As the sun goes up
We would start towards the school
Climb the bus
And look for our friends

Around the bend
With a cane basket
An old lady chewing betel
Sold the sweet mints
As red as the betel
Ground under her teeth

We buy the candy
And attend our school
We come back for more
But she would be gone
Leaving us wandering
In search of red trails.

Years rolled on
The morning sky is now
Clad in yellow and red
Cane basket and sweet mints.