I Will Go Home (tribute to Fallen 44)

I will go home now, my dear

After a day of sweat and fear

After a day of fatigue and hunger

After a deafening noise of blasts and flare                  

I will go home and rest, my dear

I will be home soon, honey

After a day of precious journey

A journey to unfamiliar territory

For it is part of my sworn duty

To protect you and our country

I will go home now, mother

Knowing that I have done my share

In ensuring that everyone out there

Would be out from any harm or fear

I will go home but can't hug you, mother

I will go home now, my children

Not to answer your questions of when

Of when are we going to play again

Or safely stroll every now and then

I’ll be home to be with you, my children

                                              

I will be home to be with you, Father

For I have nothing more to render

The end of my journey is now near

Near until I’ll be by your side, Father

I’ll be home to be with you, forever.

January

January, the first month of the year,

A time when holiday rush is over.

In some places, it’s a cold winter time,

To some, it’s a journey to a new clime.

A new year and a new hope to some,

To relieve the burden and old qualms.

A time for change and to do better,

Hoping for a prosperous new year.

January could be a sign for new life,

Or could be a part of unending strife.

It is a maybe, a not, or can be,

No one knows, neither one could foresee.

Some are thinking of a birthstone,

Or a zodiac sign to rely on.

But, not a Capricorn nor a garnet,

Nor an Aquarius can make you rich.

Do not be thrilled with the Chinese zodiac,

Or a Feng Shui that would bring you luck.

Depend on yourself, your mind and heart

Strive hard, and January is the start.

Christmas, Giving and Changing

One of the great occurrences in humanity

The birth of Christ is one that we could say

For it shows God’s love and generosity

A gift that we should cherish everyday

On Christmas, as we go out and celebrate

Reflect that it’s because of the Christ’s birth

It is the season for joyful cheers

And not the time for solitude and tears

As we go out on Christmas morn

Flaunting the new garbs that we put on

Forget not that the Christ was born

Simple and not with precious clothes on

Christmas is the time for giving

And also the time for changing

Change from the unpleasant to better

Should be a habit and not just for a year

You may think that it would be unusual

Or a change could be so special

But bear in mind that with the Christ’s coming

God performed a very unusual thing