I am a man treading between sweat and hope,
Awake in the stillness, with burdens that slope.
Weaving a livelihood from each fleeting hour,
In the city’s uproar, I search for my power.
Yet my heart ever seeks the wisdom of light,
Like rain nurturing earth in the drought of the night.

I am not merely a seeker of gain,
But a wanderer adrift in knowledge’s domain.
Gathering insights in the quiet of time,
Storing them gently, in pockets sublime.
To share with the hungry, not just for the bread,
But for the glow of wisdom, where true hearts are fed.

Though my steps may falter, and weariness cling,
Still I press onward, for hope is my wing.
This journey I tread is for more than my own,
I labor for life, for the seeds I have sown.
With each breath that I take, there’s a yearning that grows,
For the fruits of this knowledge, in kindness, may flow.

~Abraham Andy