As the grey evening arrives <br />Flocks of birds fly towards West <br />To their nests for rest <br />School children <br />After their second shift <br />With their firm comittment <br />For a sparkling future <br />Walk back to their homes <br />With heavy bags <br />Full of knowledge <br />On their strengthless shoulders. <br />Beggers sum up the collected money <br />And plan new sources for next day. <br />Jobless youth with worn-out faces <br />Still keep their hopes alive <br />For a new horizon <br />And return to their living places <br />For they believe <br />That every ending <br />Has a new beginning.<br /><br />Surayya Abbas<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/finding-ways-a-prosaic/
