Will My Dream Come True

IT'S A BRIGHT MONDAY MORNING I PEEPED THROUGH THE WINDOW THE CUCKOO COMMENCED IT'S SINGING WHERE THE SUN GLEAMED AS HERO WITH THE NEEDED BOOKS I PACKED MY BAG I FILLED MY TUMMY WITH MY FAVOURITE DISHES STANDING IN ATTENTION I SALUTED THE FLAG I MEMORISED THE POEMS ENCLOSING CLICHES THE LOVE FOR STUDIES IS IN MY HEART SO NO PAIN COULD I FEEL IN MY SHOULDER ONE DAY I'M THE HEAD OF A CORPORATE ON MY WAY COMING ACROSS MANY BOULDERS THEN I WOKE UP BY MY MOM'S SCREAM THESIS I RECEIVE EVERY SUNRISE BEFORE WORK ALL I COULD ASK THE ALMIGHTY IS WILL MY DREAM COME TRUE???? -a child labour