Poem (2)

I woke up early in the morning,
Before the birds starts chirping
365 days, a non stop routine
I rush to the market,
To get the freshest ingredient
Before it’s all being wiped out
Hurry to my stall
And start preparing
Boiling, steaming, frying
On the lights of the banner
Time for business
Starting a hurricane in my stall
So messy I’d got a C
All sorts of silly customers
Not too spicy, oily, messy
I wanted to ignore them
But complains were the main problems
Reaching home after a buzzing day
Lying on my comfortable bed
Is so great
I had no choice but to live like that
I had no qualifications
And there left a burden
Clinging on me – my family