To get to that door
The gates of thy fruit
Through hard labor
And pesky persistence
Only to receive
Not a hearty handshake
Of good fortune
Nor acceptance deserved
Rather at that point
Slammed in your face
This door of opportunity
Before a step convenes
What sorrow must be
The fruits of thy labor
Turned to sour despair
And much angst
Like a dark joke
Directed at one
As others laugh
You cower in silence
Invited to dinner
To eat the scraps
Even dogs disdain
Swallowing wallowing
I could go down
Such a path
After being scratched
From the lineup
But that is not me
Nor should it be you
Times are assuredly tough
Though it is not the end
Though I fell discouraged
Off the ground I go
Dust off the dirt
Move forward soundly
Packed with better tools
Stronger skills
Fiery vengeance
Directed energy
Absolutely with gumption
I shall win definite
I'll break open that door
And take my opportunity
With help from on High
A heart of pure gold
Mind of steel might
I am ready to fight
That is the course
I shall pursue
You should as well
Ready that battle armor
Times are tough
Indeed lamentable
But not pitiful enough
Nor time to be inept
Improve one's agility
Work on your resolve
This fight within in us
Shall succeed courageously
In the end
Through those dark days
You shall look back
Marvel at that slight
Can't get there
If you don't try
Time to go
It is our fight!
3 comments:
i think the vietnamese community is mostly in charlotte and not so much raleigh/durham area. but i could be wrong.
And fight we must, for this one will be a long arduous one. Great write.
Oh this si so well written, fabulous work! Here is to the good fight!
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