Saturday, November 17, 2007

a simple ideal

isang written compostion na pina assignment ng prof namin sa v.s. hindi naman pinapasa

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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