(aaa) There Is Always An End Poem by Edwin Alba Empestan

The life I have imagined and long to live
A castle like home with maidservants and butlers
A chauffer for every trip and personal travels
Name it you have it all new and nothing old

Taste all the foods, play all the toys, and wear all
A fantasy a thought but it's a dream come true
Not a fairytale but only a reality in my youthfulness
A figment of my imagination how to think and live rich

Live rich, think rich, enjoy to be rich but it's impossible
I am a ruined naked a boy on the street really a bum
At age four I was thrown into the gutter of mud and dirt
No wrap for my frail body, no food for hungry stomach

Like a curse wild rat people drove me away and away
Greedy and selfish world only I could feel and shed tears
Now with so much graces from above and persistence
A fine and well known barrister becomes of me thank God!

It's only now that I am living a life I had thought before
Much abundance that I am sharing to those like me before
Wonder of wonders and I ponder for the truth of reality
That you don't need to long for all as long as you do it!

Just follow the golden rule, live simply but keeping something
Be ambitious and greedy for wisdom but magnanimous to victory
Never tired to reach your goal and long for more within grasp
After all it's still a dream, for you know there's always an end