Load Yourself..... Poem by Antonio Liao

load the cart is just not only a fun, nor a can
that emptied for something to be filled for
a whole day waiting, moving and pushing in
the store room to cool

growing up leaves nothing than a wriggles in
the face, swollen by time in the blatant spear
of work waving sweat hurriedly down the
nose and lips, as the eyes witness cried, into
the beginning of growth

as the wonderful views forwarding the scenery
of a blooming horizon of green, green meadows,
glancing the butterfly and the worm victory, on
the yielding mode of the next in line soil of the
land fertile

power the future propels and stops the shadow
that close the lighted clouds in the sky, bright it
out; the luminous earth that grace the hammock
baby's thirst, the memory of lasting sleep

let the ending sky wait the dawning morning
of today’s beginning ……