STILL (AN OLD COMPOSITION)

Tired muscles and shaky limbs,

Too tired to move but--no way.

Can't be lazy,

Can't be sick---it would mean a NO PAY.

As long as I can,

Got to be at the race and run.

Ain't here to be a "missy," 

Work is what I'm here for---then got to be busy.

Agony would always be around,

But hoping that green pasture can still be found.

Dreams are for free,

I'm rich in terms to that---that you can ask me.

No way will I retreat,

My failure would also mean my family's defeat.

For in this quest called life,

Being a coward is of no use--- got to be so stiff.

Even how painful this chapter might be,

A brighter future is still my heart's dream to see.

No time to surrender,

For this walk isn't just mine...that I must remember.

(written last 2010)