Drowning in self-pity
Won't go to school
Sleepy and tired
Stayed up all night
Awake in the room
No work, no chores
Won't even answer
the doorbell, nor
the knock on the door
Then, one day
A rude awakening
Knocked some sense
Into the head
Then off to school
And also work
For dreams to pursue
Achievements and success
Finally, the mission
to help others and oneself
brought tears of joy to the family
and satisfaction to the Lord
Traveling the path with pebbles,
gravel, dirt and pavement, too
Woke up senses and emotions
Taking the journey to come through
Ana Monnar
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