The portals have echoed the memories of the past
The greens have waved their hands in approval
The humming birds and butterflies have wished us luck
While the velvet aisle witnessed the triumphant march…
And the time has come!
Finally, everything I have shed has proven its worth,
The droplets of sweat
have turned to
karats of gold,
The ounces of tears
transformed into a dignified
The splotches of blood
Now that I have set foot in the podium
Where anything starts and everything begins—
I am apt to share the gold I have dug
I am apt to wield the sword I have
shaped from tears and
I am apt to bequeath the life I have
victored from blood.
This is what our march is all about—
We stumble and
fall, but we need to rise,
We MUST stand tall.
(Written for Sorsogon State College 2007 Yearbook back when I was in college)