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