Be Like Cagsawa
Many was born yet few remains
Standing at the threshold
Of what life could bring.
You're a living dead!
Keep creeping even walls amid mountains shake.
Walk even lands break,
Swim even seas waving freak.
Though twilight of your day rest
Dawn is waiting its turn.
Not now but on anon time
You will be buried,
And along with it
Is the time you''ll be remembered.
Be like Cagsawa,
Leave a portion from you,
Reserve for history,
Not for your glory and glory's sake
But for people's determination
And faith in the name of hope.
Copyright © Dahlia Cristobal | Year Posted 2017
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