My second employment
here in SM North Edsa
as CR attendant busboy garbage
collector
it was long time
in working hour
mop was bread and butter
food court seemed a haven
for my battled day to survive
i mind not all
rat mallers
degrading this
decent job
the mop
and its thread
i had attentioned most
for not giving up
till their last breath!
i pay now tribute
to the lose mop threads
for sacrifices
and courage
i may gain today
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
WE live by the sweat of our brows.......