I wake up in the morning with a sigh
A glimpse at the gray clouds covering the sky
Starting the day, I am not happy.
Switch on the TV and watch the morning news
A terror group is on the loose
Corruptions here and there is being exposed
Starting the day, I am not happy
Commemorating the past tragedy
A year had passed still seems no remedy
People are whining and keep on begging
Not for a decent but just for a simple living
Watching… my teardrops start falling
Starting the day, I am not happy
I took a taxi and hurried for work
But it seems faster if I’ll just walk
In the avenue that I everyday pass
Vehicles are at still wasting its’ gas
My day has started, and I’m not happy
But then, who cares of what I feel
What is the significance of what I tell?
Will it change the world if I am sad?
We can walk… we can run and even have fun
We can cry and vent out the whines
We can criticize or we can sympathize
But then, if we will just realize
Nothing will change or be revolutionized
Unless the changes will start from ourselves
Then, we’ll get the happiness that we deserve
And I or you will start the day… we will be happy
(10/25/2014, Manila
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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