Simple ideal
-aldren thomas rocha
I am a boy who is seeking
A perfect ideal; fit for someone's dreaming
With a character that's not hiding
Nor a heart who surely was not beating
As i walk each day
I look along my way
Hoping that i will see
Someone who is real
There's not a day that passes by
That i've never miss to look and try
At first i thought this job was easy
Until it made me very dizzy
Then i saw the sunset
Maybe this task is not easy to get
Then i ride the bus, now im going home
The day ends; the time has reasons of it's own
Then i stop; and then i think
Maybe i didn't find him because i have blinked
Or maybe i'm just finding too far that i may sink
In something that is not so distinct
As far as i know; i was confused
So i decided to stop thinking.
I then open my eyes ouside of the window
To see people on my surprise
A saw this man, a beggar to be exact
He is finding garbages for a living
In far; he's contented, but it's not a fact
But when you looked closely,
He's someone more than that
It's traffic as i can as all may seem
In my case, more time for me to see
What lies behind that man
Who's now picking up the tin can
His clothes were dirty,
The body is all filthy.
He stoped, then he sat along the side walk
Rested, silently
Then he put his hand on his head
There's something now dropping from his eye.
A little spot
Where i saw a tear drop
The bus started to go
It is hard for it to slow
I have no choice but to sit back
And think of what i saw
I offered a prayer
For that man who it think was in hunger
To hope that he will find a decent dinner
That is fitted for him and not for a sinner
Then i realized
Im not finding a politician
An actor or a rich man
But a person who has substance, like that man
In status, he is poor
He might be weak
But i find him strong
More than a man who is fit
In him i saw
The urge to live
A life full of struggle
That no one can leap
The tear in his eye
A second of defeat
But living that kind of life
Makes him a winner deserving not to weep
I saw in him
What life may seem
He not only an ideal
But an ispiration
Because inside of him
More maybe seen;
A heart that beats,
And a spirit that breathes
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