“A Glass of Cold Water”

Everybody calls me young, beautiful, wonderful. Am I? Look at my hair, my lips, my red rosy cheeks and
a pair of blinkering eyes.

I remember, somebody says that I look like my mother that I look like my mother. But that when she
was young.

Now, I am much lovelier than she is. I’m a mortal Venus. Oops! What time is it? I must get ready for the
party!

Beep-beep…!A-huh! Here they are! Yes, I’m coming!

"Child, are you still there?"

"Hmp! That’s my mama"

"Child, are you still there? Will you please get me a glass of cold water?"

"Mama, I’m in a hurry!"

"Please child, try to get me a glass of cold water."

"Mama, please, try to get it on your own."

"Please child, try to get me a glass of cold water!"

At the party, I danced and danced the whole night.

You see, I can’t leave the party at once. I have to danced with everybody who proposed to me. At last,
the party is over. I’m very tired. Very, very tired.

So, I went home to tell mama what happened.

"Mama, I’m home! It’s very quiet. "Mama, I’m home!" Nobody answers.

Where is she? I look for her in the sala, but she’s not there. Where is she? A-huh! In the kitchen!

I saw my mama, lying down on the floor, dead. With a glass on her hand. I remember, she tried to get it.

Oh, God, just for the glass of cold water! Mama! Mama! Oh, Mama!
"WHEN REALITY STRIKES"
Everything starts with a dream, a dream that can be our inspiration to accomplish our goals. When
we were children, we've always hoped that we can serve our nation someday and be part of the
progression of our country.
I've always dreamt of being someone who could make a difference, many people doubted me and
thought otherwise. As time goes by, that dream faded away.
Each day was a dreadful sight, the coward side of me that didn't dare to hold on.
I can't do it anymore. I told myself, "Why do I have to suffer like this? It's not fair!"
Tick....tock....tick...tock.... hearing the sound of the clock made it worst.
I had my chance, just didn't take it.
Now, reality speaks with a familiar sound.
LIFE! IS! GREAT!
"What"
"Are you serious?"
"If this is the life that was planned for me, then I wouldn't want to go on!"
"Go ahead and end it!"
"It wouldn't even make a difference ."
Then reality striked again..... with greater force, louder than you could imagine
You are living by choice not by chance!
"I know! That's why I'm living an awful life!"
You made it happen!
"It's what was given!"
You were given all those years, and this is all you could come up with? Come on!
"I'm hopeless!"
"I'm weak!"
"Are you suppose to rub it in?"
"I get it!"
Reality ended the battle
It's not the end of the world! Time doesn't stop when you fall. That's why the sky is high. It's
something to reach for.
A cold breeze suddenly surrounded me
The view seemed to change!
"Now, I get it!"
So live your life
Be yourself
And see the difference
-Mando (Armand Reyes Lucañas)
 I will persist, until I succeed.
(Augustine ‘OG’ Mandino)
I was not delivered unto this World in defeat, nor does failure course in my veins. I will
hear not those who weep and complain, for their disease is contagious. The
slaughterhouse of failure is not my destiny.
The prizes of life are at the end of each journey, not near the beginning; and it is not
given to me to know how many steps are necessary in order to reach my goal. Failure
I may still encounter at the thousandth step, yet success hides behind the next bend in
the road. Never will I know how close it lies unless I turn the corner.
I will be likened to the rain drop which washes away the mountain, the ant that devours
a tiger, the star which brightens the earth, and the slave who builds a pyramid. I will
build my castle one brick at a time for I know that small attempts, repeated, will
complete any undertaking. I will persist until I succeed.
I will never consider defeat and I will remove from my vocabulary such words and
phrases as quit, cannot, unable, impossible, out of the question, improbable, failure,
unworkable, hopeless, and retreat. I will avoid despair but if this disease of the mind
should infect me then I will work on in despair. I will toil and I will endure.
I will remember the ancient law of averages and I will bend it to my good. Each frown
I meet only prepares me for the smile to come. Each misfortune I encounter I will carry
in it the seed of tomorrow’s good luck. I must have the night to appreciate the day. I
must fail often to succeed only once. I will persist until I succeed.
Never will I allow any day to end with a failure. Thus I will plant the seed of tomorrow’s
success and gain an insurmountable advance over those who cease their labor at a
prescribed time. When others cease their struggle, then mine will begin, and my harvest
will be full.
Nor will I allow yesterday’s success to lull me into today’s complacency, for this is the
greatest foundation of failure. I will forget the happenings of the day that is gone,
whether they were good or bad, and greet the new sun with confidence that this will be
the best day of my life.
So long as there is breath in me, that long will I persist? For I know one of the greatest
principles of success – if I persist long enough, I will win.
I will persist! I will win!
Declamation Piece: The Rich Man and the Poor Man

The Rich Man and the Poor Man

Author: Unknown

(Source: www.bidaeskwela.blogspot.com

“Food and money I give to you,

Why do you shout so mercily
When I give you your part?”
queried the rich man.

The poor man replied:

“Your question you cannot answer
For from pain and agony you are free,
But I have suffered and borne
The situation that I don’t like to be in.”

“That I couldn’t understand

Because Life for me is easy;
I take this and take that,
And life is just what I want it to be.”
consented the rich man.

“Comfort your mind, rich man,

with realities of death.
Your wealth I do not envy
For you can not buy
eternity with money.
If to live happily
is to live in hypocrisy,
Then I prefer to be silly
so I would be holy.
Life you love so much you will lose
And only then will you understand
What agony is,” the poor man shouted.

“Ha! Ha! Ha! You say so

For you desire this place of mine.
Indulgence you have clouded with reason
But I understand because of your situation.”
boastfully the rich man said.
Outraged the poor man answered:
“How pitiful the person blinded with pleasure;
No, you don’t care of our journey
That you have created through your greediness.
Come now, man of weak soul!
Your days are numbered for you to face
The Man of Love.
You may not cry now but later you will
When the chilling reality of the last judgment
Comes across your way;
Yes, then you will pity, but not for me.
Not for anybody else.
But for yourself only!
Yes, eat, drink, and be merry.
For tomorrow you shall die!