Every Man's Toil Poem by Bonics Bachinela

I sweat…


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.


I work…


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.



Copyright
August 15,2012
Misamis Oriental, Phils.