This Is Why I Work So Hard
A poem about my humble beginnings and how they fuel my work ethic.
Let me take you back to where it all began
when I was a small Indian boy in Michigan
back to my roots on Ardmore street
in the dead of winter or during the summer heat.
You could usually find me playing with a neighborhood friend
Mom would tell me to be home by ten,
or when the street lights came on,
but until then I would be gone.
We never had much but we always had enough
thanks to my parents’ unconditional love
my sister and I got to live a decent life
I can’t help but reflect as I lay here with my wife.
Life was tough, that much I was sure
we weren’t dirt poor,
but by no means were we rich
I did whatever I needed to make a dollar, including digging a ditch.
Lemonade stands, manual labor, and chores for neighbors
I was the guy that you wanted to ask for a favor
because I had friends in various circles
No matter what the situation, I believed I could work miracles.
Humble beginnings created my work ethic
There are no shortcuts, there are no tricks.
Other poems of mine:
A Child’s Life
A child’s innocence is something to behold
hard to describe, truth be told
I see her there playing chess
A Love Poem For My Queen
I watch her sleep peacefully
The queen of my castle
She reminds me of the possibilities
Of what life can look like when…
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Written by Brian Kurian, All Rights Reserved 2019