Poem (1)

I woke up at 5am
before the day break
365 days,
a non-stop routine
Have a wash up
and two pieces of plain bread for breakfast
Though I know that two pieces of bread cannot last long

I had to hurry to set up my stall
in the middle of the hawker centre
Collect the freshest ingredients
before it is all being wiped out
I work for 14 hours a day
Only having 30 minutes of break

I’m always the one working hard at the back
People at the front will never know how hard I work
Although I always had a smile on my face
I was actually sad on the inside
I got fed up at every little mistake I make
And blamed my partner if anything goes wrong

I had once thought of giving up
But after many thoughts of it
I decided to erase the thought off my mind
I keep thinking why I need to work so hard
I needed to keep my family going

It is a very tiring job
Everytime I reach home
I would sit on the chair
Wondering why I am here,
working as a chef in the hawker centre
And not in the restaurant
I regretted for not studying hard
when I was a teenager.