From Birth to Death

The Life cycle is truly amazing,

That the reality is embarrassing

After birth there is death,

While after death we don’t know how to breathe.

When we were born,

There are angels bringing horn.

But when we die

Some are saying goodbye.

Is this life is a game?

That the result is still the same

There is a looser and a winner

Just like when we prepare our dinner.

Youth of 20th Century

Now I sit me down in school
Where praying is against the rule
for in this great nation under God
Finds mention of Him very odd.

If Scripture now the class recites,
It violates the bill of rights
And anytime my head I bow
Becomes a Federal matter now.

The Essence of Love

What is it with Love
That makes me
then breaks me?

When in love
Do I truly love?

Is it really love
Or do I think that I love?

My Poem

I Want to Serve My Country

I want to be a farmer,
A farmer good and wise.
I want to serve my country,
By growing heaps of rice.

I want to be a seller,
A seller wise and good.
I want to serve my country,
By selling good pure food.

I want to be a fireman,
A fireman strong and brave.
I want to serve my people,
Their homes from fire I'll save.

I want to be a Policeman
A policeman brave and strong.
I want to serve my people,
From robbers that do wrong.

I want to be a soldier,
I give my heart and hand.
To make my own dear country,
A free and happy land.