Life, I have an issue with it
It thinks it owns whatever it sees
In fact it thinks it even owns me
For what its worth, to whom it cares
Will bring across clear tupawares
You put your hopes, your dreams of old
And find that it still catches mold
And when at last you clean them off
With sweat, you give them to your boss
This life, a life, for all to see
Wont hide its face for you nor me
But though we think, its harsh and old,
Truly its the best teacher well ever know.
Juan Castillo Jr.