Poetry by Michael Bechayda

Moving

I'm going to this place

I was meant to be

Hoping for a different life

From what it used to be

Been years since I was there

Hoping it is the same as back then

Envisioning on my mind

What would life would be if I was really there

Far away from my true home

As cold as it can be

White when the snow flakes come

Chicago is where to be

But I will make this my new home

A place called Philippines

Will always have a place

In my dear big heart

For me to LIVE

For me to LOVE

For me to Learn

The ways of Life

Philippines here I come