Father and mother used to worry so much
I was so sore to see them as such
I used to cry in corner
To bring some pleasure
To ailing and aged parents
It was really ‘do or die’ moment
But I was encouraged
To read more and manage
With strong resolve to anchor at port
The fighting spirit within was real art
I was sure to do better
And offer
Real happiness
Parents realized this on the face
I was soon turned into airman
Real tough and fine human
The path was now open to go up
The poverty was no more hurdle or trap
Yes, I enjoyed in pain
But maintained
Same distance with ill gotten money
Today I am blessed comfortably by an almighty