Dying

When I was young
I have only one dream in my heart
To earn money
To uplift my family from poverty
When I got a good paying job
I am dying for the work
As is I fogot to live life
When my mom asked me
"When can you give yourself a break?"
"When we have enough money" as I said.
And now I am dying for the money
Too late to realize that my mom wants to get my time
And now she is dying of waiting me
Too late because I am dying to spend my money for her healing
Lately, I am dying to escape the feeling of loneliness
Because even from the very start
I forgot to live life of togetherness.