Saturday, February 02, 2019

brothers and sisters


Brothers and sisters
The years pass quickly
The hardship we face
We struggle to fit in

Some quit schooling
Some can’t complete it
The issue of poverty
The issue of money too

The footprints of our lives
It may be singing by the wind
Whistling by the leaves of our times
The years pass us by

Our mother handles the odd jobs
Bending her back to bring some food and money
She brings up her brood knowing what poverty is
The years scatter us in different directions

The bond will stay
Even with the years go away
Brothers and sisters
Time the age pulls in

8 of us
2 had gone
Now age in numbers
2 in chronic diseases

Brothers and sisters
We have our struggles
We have our new way
Now age in number we will fade away

There is nothing to regret
There is nothing to cry
We have travelled to our high
Though we may not be recognized

Brothers and sisters
Age in number we will fade away
Let the next generation make the cut
But remember the root how the last generation struggle

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