Bonifacio Alba: A Life Well Fought Poem by bonifacio alba

Bonifacio Alba: A Life Well Fought

From Villa Prosperidad, where dreams took seed,
A young boy walked with humble need.
Barefoot paths and skies so wide,
Carried hope he would never hide.

With calloused hands, he toiled each day,
Clearing roads, earning honest pay.
Guard by night, student by sun,
Pursuing dreams that had just begun.

College halls, he entered bold,
But life was harsh and dreams grew cold.
Love knocked early, a family grew,
Responsibility came, as real life drew.

He worked with pride, a laborer strong,
Warehouseman, operator, all along.
No title high, no golden crest—
But gave his job his very best.

In time he saw what others gained,
With college degrees their ranks were named.
Regret, a shadow, touched his soul,
For knowledge missed and an unmet goal.

Yet he rose, with faith as guide,
In God's great grace, he did not hide.
With wisdom gleaned from sweat and strife,
He carved his name in the book of life.

He stood for truth, he led with grace,
In every trial, he found his place.
And though the road was never smooth,
He walked it firm with grounded truth.

Now his story lives to tell,
Of a man who rose when others fell.
Bonifacio Alba—strong and brave,
A heart that served, a soul God gave.