Do you ever consider what a privilege it is
To lead a life of necessity but not luxury
To have food in your belly yet reject gluttony
To wear humility on your back
And fiery passion on your sleeve
To grind and toil until your knuckles bleed
To come home everyday with torn up knees
To glide by carefree and creative
Utterly indifferent to illusion or pretension
To shrug at self doubt and plow ahead
To stand in your own and take a stand
To be ‘naive’ and believe in meaning
Facing the crowd, hands and breath trembling
To sow seeds of sorrow for a brighter tomorrow
And rest in peace until nature’s first green
To return to that cradled unbroken barrio
That gave so freely through extremity
To breathe deeply and reminisce
Interpreting songs of innocence
Whilst auguries of integrity
Exude wisdom and ability
Enabling you to finally
Pay it forward
