Mercy M. Cancio
How will I know, If I will not listen,
How will I listen if I cannot understand,
How will I understand about things I do not care about,
Not even longing the days of my youth and my childhood,
When times were all pleasures, games and blow bouts,
Can I not recall the days when its all fun,
Carefree, free from worries in everything under the sun,
After all, it is mom that will tell nothing to worry about, everything is fine,
Leave it to dad and he will fix and do what he can.
Now, I stood aghast, astounded on lessons coming in and going out.
Seems nothing left inside of me, Nowhere to be found,
Everything is in turmoil, not prepared to account, What is Research ?
Learn more math, join PE class and Accounting rhymes,
Would the whole process can resolve me to be what I am?
Would it ultimately bring me to the place that I have long far and beyond?
Dare who cares, would it still be mom and dad?
Oh! Please tell my mentor and let me understand,
Is it my presumption that I was not really trying hard enough?
Or just playing catch up trying to make better that which isn’t good enough,.
Will I learn?, Will I understand on things that I do not listen?
My mentor yells , Please listen ! Please pay attention!, Am I in you? Are you in me?
If only you listen you will learn something everyday!
Will it matter now?... Please answer me.