MY FUTURE – A Poem

Last night, momma said,
“My son, you must read.
You should be the head,
Don’t you want to be?

We don’t have much, aye,
We try to provide-
Your father and I
But things are hard

Now there are no tables,
No reading lamps or torches
Just this lantern, light feeble
And only a few matches

But you’re going to lead
High up there, at the top
I see it already
And there’s no stop.”

So I read in the dim light.
I do not understand it yet
But my future is bright

So I will keep at it
Again and again
Till my path is brightly lit.
Despite the pain,
I will keep at it.