I am imperfect who is not?
Please raise your hand
When you raise your hand
You're a liar
From whom came the lies?
The answer I'm leaving to your hand.
The days I am living
My works many will not mind
When I died people will find my works important.
That is life-
We only miss the water when the well runs dry.
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Poetry Planet Joined: Feb-28-2018 |
The author, Edna Salona-Labrador was born in Nov.7, 1948. She may be old in age now, 2020 but her brain remains young and able to scribble some lines. She was a consistent honor student in her elementary years.
In her high school years, she failed to be on the honor roll due to a traumatic experience that made her lose her confidence. Yet she was always in the star section in college years, her wit again outstood, a section where academically intelligent students belong.
In college years, her wit again outstands. She has above average IQ when tested. She was one of the finalists among the 10 outstanding university students but failed to get the credit.
Before graduating from college, she was hired to teach at the Imus Institute, a little U.P. private school. Little U.P. in the sense that bright students and highly qualified teachers were found there.
