WAKE UP, YOUNG MAN

( A Poem Dedicated to the Belizean Man )

Wake up, young man,
What is your plan?
Wake up, young man,
Don’t go strolling through the sand.

Life is hard you say and yet,
I hear you add, “ I’m not ready to get”,
The life you seek can be your today,
But you must stop and say “okay”.

Wake up, young man,
Without a plan there will be no “I can!”
Wake up, young man
Don’t you hear the cry of the land?

Get your tools and make a start,
You know you’ve got it in your heart.
Don’t stop to think you may not succeed,
Wake up, young man, and plant the seed.

Tomorrow will be brighter than today,
For when the sun comes out it’ll shine its ray
And bless this land you call your home,
Wake up, young man, it’s no time to roam.

Brenda Aurora Ysaguirre
October 7, 2005

Copyright@ Brenda Ysaguirre 2008