Journey To What Is Due Poem by Susan T. Aparejo

Many years covered the thought that book my dream,
the sweat of struggles left no easy kindled token,
from Monday to Friday to some, for me never,
never I stop toiling the soil for the service of the will,
shout round me, from land and see, but yet I know
there's gold even in the barren of snow.

Yes, I stumble, but move, stand, walk, heads up!
my dream has almost shattered, frozen and glued,
the radiance loses its grandeur to endure,
them mighty courage loses its strength to power,
yet I know, I am here, there nothing but I am
felling yesterday, tomorrow and beyond.

I am now today, joining the joyous song of tomorrow,
playing the harp that gives the perfect melody,
accompaniment of tunes to the sounds
DepEd perfection in the symphony of the future,
the future of legacy, radiancy, in the splendor,
of legendary's leadership.

In spite of ambition enough for twenty Ceazars,
my self-confidence like an iron bar,
to erase someone's doubts of my job load,
and told them ' reach my harness and saddle'
my life, I have fought my fight, live my life,
have drunk my share of wine, as one of the division's front line

Kings may have wonderful jewels to wear,
mother has only a kiss for her king,
why should my singing so make you enthralled,
my dancing so graceful make you astounded,
talents within even years couldn't end,
the secret of leading leads me in this realm.