Cynthia BuhainBaello

(November 17,1949 / Manila, Philippines)

Create Your Work


Old folks said 'Don't beg! '
For work is always there to do
Unless you've lost both legs
Or eyes have lost visions too-
Or mind too dull to carry on
Or body weighed by illness
Work's always there to be done
In time there is success
When faced with what's impossible
Create the work and see
Impossibilities they just crumble
You become who you aim to be.
Before there were no planes
And there were no telephones
Only boats, there were no trains
Man was just there with the stones
But now we marvel at these things
Creativity had given birth-
For Work is the door meant for opening
Impossible rooms in this Earth!

Submitted: Sunday, August 18, 2013
Edited: Monday, August 19, 2013

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