Merienda

I'd like to tell you about a friend Who goes about selling snacks She walks alone from Monday to weekend From the subdivision gate and back. This friend is a hardworking Mother On whom a weak husband depends on We're of the same age but she is quite stronger Has a tray on her head and a bag she drags on. She comes in the afternoon just around three And I called her the nickame 'Merienda' It's the Spanish word for snacks specially Covers the sweets, rice cakes, and the pasta. Merienda has all of my utmost respect For she does an honest way of earning She works in the only way she can expect To live life with dignity, instead of begging. If people in the world like her are multiplied I am sure none will be treading Poverty's line One can work simply and be thus satisfied There's no time to blame, complain, or whine. - - - 'Make it your ambition to lead a quiet life, to mind your own business and to work with your hands so that you will not be dependent on anybody and you will win the respect of those who do not believe.' 1 Thessalonians 4: 11- 12