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Wednesday, July 20, 2011

The Connections


23 December 2010
By: Noel N. Villarosa


Where are the pharaohs, the pharisees and the great philosophers
Of their times a holder of prominence, liberal interpreter and rational reasoning
For I am one who wishes to have a royal blood line and wisdom
I am one innocent and a blind to truth of the past

In every nook and cranny, there are begging, and the dying
Helpless, unable to crawl for a safe place to hide
Get entangled into the system and find hard to get out
I wish I am many to extend a helping hand to every poor soul

Sadness felt for many loss and failures in life
Happiness dwells for satisfactions and achievements received
Denials for wrongdoings and acceptance for great deeds
I am all in these faces captured in such circumstances

Where in this world of choices and chances
We hurdle to life’s barrier to get in the end line
Many have proved their guts brought them to glory
I am few who joined the race because I am a pacer.

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