The Rickshawman's Sacrifice Poem by Kwai Chee Low

Hot, unyielding sun, his weariness and pain laying bare
Yet, relentlessly he worked the pedals, carrying his fare
'A few dollars more, will make a difference' his daily mantra

Barely eating or sleeping, day and night, for that little extra
Happy, his daily collection, given to the school

Now, slowly he lay himself down, above the sky so blue
Today, his dying day, tomorrow a new beginning
Tears, unconditional love, it makes you cry, it makes you sing