Always a pressing debt to pay,
a role to play,
great lines to say.
A hidden little nook to fill,
swallow the pill,
strengthens all will.
A painted smile stained solemn face,
run in the race,
legs locked in place.
No one is ever quite enough,
no longer tough,
life was too rough.
“I love you” is another phrase,
feelings convey,
causing a sway.
First-place can never come in last,
it happened fast,
forgotten past.
A new beginning chases clouds,
Sun shines around,
light takes a bow.
– Grace Y. Estevez-Reddy