Every Man's Toil - Poem by Bonics Bachinela
To serve a purpose,
A life worthwhile, I heed.
From dawn to dusk, I toil
To suffice blissfully my needs.
To exhaustion, never surrender.
At times, to pains, succumb
Unmindful of how arduous the ways,
Just to get the pays in gross.
For purposive motive.
With self-respect, I gained.
To ambitions, avow,
Of daunts in work, I veto.
For coming generation,
I may brag and show,
I gained the great prize,
Through sweat of brow.
Misamis Oriental, Phils.
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