Treasure Island

Marvin Brato Sr

(March 2,1960 / Davao City, Philippines)

Simple Wish


Good happy life I wish to obtain
Every act I do is to make certain.
Real challenges is my aspiration
Life itself is my sole inspiration.
Yes I feel it is my innate duty
Need to avail an opportunity.

Varied things got my attention
Instinct poetry molds my imagination
Enjoy expressing my variable emotion.

Virtues of love, friendship and honesty
Are traits that make a better personality.
Learning new concepts I always aspire
Empowered intellect I solely desire.
None but my father is someone real
Care he gives our family is great deal.
In marriage, a man's duty I consider
As lover he must be good provider.

Submitted: Tuesday, October 10, 2006
Edited: Friday, October 15, 2010

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