The days you spent
In far away places
The months you were drained
In the Sahara Desert
The years you toiled
In strange places
In increasing your savings
For your Family’s superior being
All nights when you think
Nothing but your dreams
To giving your loved ones
The best kind of living
Confined in solitude
In search for altitude
Gathering fortitude
To containing some attitude
Lucky are they
Who have someone like you
For you put family first
Before anything else
And regards loved ones’ future
As a sole purpose of your existence
Thank you Mr. Bevans for appreciating this one as it really from the bottom of my heart. This is an ode to all those Overseas Workers who brave estrange lands all for the sake and welfare of his/her family. My salut to them.
This reminds me of a beautiful poem
my daughter once wrote to me...
This poem is the greatest gift
or complement a father can recieve.
Keep Writing - Keep the Faith