Wednesday, February 12, 2014

the kangkong in the basket


The kangkong in the basket
The woman carried on her pole
Swinging as she moved along
The light weight the tiring face

In the market open space
She waited for her customers everyday
The hardship she had to endure
Earning a living trying her best to smile

Those were the days
When earn an honest living
It was a tiring day
In the hot sun in the early morning rise

The woman had gone
The kangkong still hanging around
The farmers have to make a living
The hardship they still endure


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