Saturday, November 5, 2011
Saturday, November 5, 2011
The Hot Stick At My Back
This is the way of life. Today you are here and tomorrow you are there.
It is not that long, when …yelled at me for making a mistake.
They were strict I know, but they were the help of all.
When she raises her hand with a long stick beating me on the back, it adds something in my life.
Its wasn’t fun I know, to be treated as a slave, but it did make a point for them. For them to force me for what was the best to me.
They changed my life and my games also.
They changed the life style for me, to forget is a sin.
They used to be nice when the work is done, they use to be monsters when the assignments is not complete. For sure I hated them before, for the thing that they did ,but I realized that they are the cause of the bright light in my life.
No time to play, reading and writing is our game.
The taught me a saying “ that a pen and a book is your friend”
And I can see the aim of it everyday when the sun rises.
To work hard search for answers until you get them is my song.
They always make sure that the lazy sickness never reaches my nerve.
It wasn’t fun I know to be treated as a slave but It did make a point for sure. for them to force me for what was best for me.
I can see that now, I have a bright mind from the hot stick on my back.
The hot stick on my back is the reason of the bright light in my life.