The feet slowly paces along the concrete pavements,
fluid flows as sweat glands secretes.
Never mind, it will dries up naturally,
as the undershirt clings to the skin
and the hanky absorbing the flowing substance.
When was the last time that had walk this far?
Tolerating the scorching heat of the sun,
searching for every opportunity along the way,
enduring the prolonged agony of hunger,
the hardships in life that everyday suffers.
The search maybe is endless as the horizon,
beyond measure as the deep blue sea,
so obscure like exploring the atmosphere.
Yet there's no stopping though slowly pacing.
There is no stopping though the body is sweating.
There are times that feel like resigning,
for there's a feeling that everything seems are falling.
But it is not the time to shed some tears.
It is not the time to release the grip.
The sweat and scorching heat will soon fade.