My Own Life Story Poem by MELVIN BANGGOLLAY

MY OWN LIFE STORY
Melvin Banggollay

M-elvin is the humble name given to me
by my loving father Lino who wanted me
To be a friendly person as fair as can be
as defined by Mr Webster's disctionary
'Friend of the council in noble ways'

E-veryone was smiling and indeed happy
When I behold life wonder and glory
In one solemn night broken by the agony
Of my mother Irene as she gave birth to me
In the small nipa hut build with industry.

L-ovely was my parents that they gave me
tender care full of concern and beauty
which they never failed to share unselfishly
Even when I am a grown man until today
Even sometimes I have some petty stupidity.

V-isioning to be educated and learned someday
As my loving father wanted me to always be
I entered elementary with so much glee
at Tabuk Central School till I finished easily
as one of the honor students academically.

I-n my desire to learn more about life intricacy
I pursued high school at my father's sanctuary
Where he was teaching english proficiently
At Tabuk National High School where I proudly
proven myself as a painter in the canvas of poetry.

N-ature, I have communed as a lover of ecology
for in my childhood days my father showed me
How to live in the jungle with nature's company
and watch falling stars while watching patiently
bats flying high in the forest we used to stay.

B-anggollay, was the surname of my family
My grandparents have nurtured with dignity
That during the time of Japanese accupancy
My Grandfather died fighting for our country
that at that time my father was a litle boy already.

A-t my childhood days, I used to play cheerfully
Swimming in the river even mother got angry
For she feared that I might be drawn untimely
upon the cool water flowing with serenity
Upon the beads of huge rocks scaterred unevenly.

N-o days I will not be whipped for my stupidity
Specially when my father got so mad at me
like the time when I really run so fast away
when my Father called me to bring him the key
that intead of following his order, I run away.

G-randmother at that time really scolded me
As my father surely gets angry with such stupidity
and just after my father come to see me run away
He ran after me with all his speed to catch me
but I leaped like a horse till I am so far far away.

G-randmother and mother also followed slowly
for they feared that my father would really hurt me
and when I behjold that no one was following me
I rested for a while hiding on a trank of a mango tree
until all of a sudden my father grabbed me tighly.

O-h dear son of mine, you made me so angry
and sorry if ever I will whipped your ash today
but I pleaded for his forgiveness and he nude slowly
as i saw teardrops from his eyes falling profusely
then He said to me go home be good boy already.

L-ovely was my father, that he always forgave me
everytime I really made him so truly angry
unlike my mother who usually whipped me
even by the slightest mistake I did unknowingly
but that's a part of making me a good man today.

L-eaving my high school days, is a sad story
for I have to go in a far away province in 1990
to pursue the degree father had chosen for me
at Saint Mary's University to take up accountancy
as an scholar of the government under NISGP.

A-fter four years of struggle with much hungry belly
for my father's salary was not enough for the family
but this did never disappoint me to always be
on the move and be conscious with my study
making it a point to excel with high color academically.

Y-oung I was when I fall in love at the age of 20
to the only woman I have ever love so truly
till we can no longer hold on so we have to marry
at an early age we had a little girl already
but inspite of that I finished my degree successfully.