He walks alone down to the woods,
With his old, worn boots,
Carrying some left over of the bamboo shoots,
His meal tonight with some fruits.
There he is alone,
Wondering alone even with fractured bone,
He has nothing to complain, nothing to moan,
Emotionless face to be shown.
Whenever he is, no one is there,
Whatever he does, no one is willing to care,
Hence, he has nothing to share,
Even though he is bitten by the bear.
Life is always unfair,
But to him, God is always there,
To make him courages and dare,
To make him the special one and rare.
To him, life is never plain,
He still has many to learn, much to gain,
He knows life is about endurance of pain,
No matter on which terrain...
-steam-
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