Poem 2:
I am a hawker chef.
Every day I woke up at 4am in the morning,
Wash my face and took shower
I ate my breakfast and went to work
I started my day off at the hawker
I work for about 12hrs
Just have 30 minutes break and i will start my work again
I am always the one at the back working hard
People at the front will never know how hard we work
Although I look happy at the outside but was sad in the inside
I had once thought that why should I work so hard
Even thought of giving up
But after considering
I decided to erase off this thought
Understanding that staying alive doing nothing is not as easy as you thought
And i carry on with this job i currently had
It was a very tiring job.
Every time I reach home I would just lie down on the sofa,
Before I went to shower.
I could only close the stall during public holidays
And I will have to start my work again.
