Bring me in to the world full of wisdom, <br />As I sit here to ponder how I’d become. <br />OH! It is such a little knowledge, I would be lost; <br />So teach me of what you know – skills of no cost. <br /> <br />For I was born and raised by the hands of poverty – <br />Callused by dirt and mud in the farm of lesser dignity; <br />Mother! Where were you when I was young? <br /> Your death made me crave to crossroads of unknown. <br /> <br />Father! My hands are too small yet how can I help you; <br />Or am I too short for a man to work like you? <br />Siblings of my older blood who oozed away from me, <br />Come and reach me! Here, I can’t find my way. <br /> <br />For I’m naught today and future isn’t it tomorrow, <br /> In “War of Knowledge, ” where! ...Where else can I go?<br /><br />Efren Petalver Carranza<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/tomorrow-180/
