i remember a time when i was growing up,
in a really small home built by my father
few plants, big tree
couple of pigs and chickens around
a rusty "poso" and pails
running with my cousins to the town plaza
playing hide n seek under the moonlight
going in and out of our neighbors' houses
everyday, was that simple
which a part of me wishes to go back to
would love to just walk to school
would wanted to be teacher in that place
put up a sari-sari store
marry and start a family in the same community and grow old in it
just like the same stories we hear from several provinces and several cultures
there's nothing wrong in having a much much simpler life
as long as you're happy and complete.
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