Once
when I was young
There
was labour recruitment
On
the faraway island of Christmas
Many
young men were willing to go
The
young adults in the village
They
went for the interview
They
hardly knew where is Christmas Island
As
long as they could land themselves jobs
Many
failed to get through
It
was a labour intensive job
Working
in the sugar plantation
It
wasn't for the weakling
My
eldest cousin got the job
He
was muscular built young man
He
left his village and settled there
For
decades he worked for his future
One
day he returned
He
came to find himself a bride
When
he found her he went back
In
Western Australia he stayed
The
last I saw my cousin
It
was 4 years ago..
By
now he has grown older
With
his family staying in Oz
Life
was tough he said
In
the beginning working in the sugar plantation
In
years he managed to stay on
Until
he is relocated to Perth
Life
isn't all bed of roses
Only
a few who could live with silver spoons
Majority
work hard for a living
Make
the best of it don't feel regret of failures
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