POEMS IN A BUG'S LIFE

Holding a paper I’ve taken time to make colorful
With stickers, glitters just to make beautiful
Now I see the edges that has spent the years
Keeping the list that before gave me cheers

My wish list I have kept so close and dear
In a paper adorned, written with pen so clear
The wishes I have whispered just before at night I sleep
Dreaming one day what’s written I would reap

A number of years has flown and gone
And now I hold the wish list as I sat alone
Awed by how one’s wishes could change
How the things I’ve craved before, now seems strange

Then I realized that some things just can’t stay
That as the world turns, the minutes tick away
Every second counts, like the games that we play
Our wants change so fast, like a racing train on a subway

My list has to be reorganized
Some things have found their way to be revised
Though how I try to hold on to my old wish list
There are now more important things that exist

But, my wish list I’m still going to keep
It still holds the things before I dreamed at sleep
It only changed, because priorities changed
But then perhaps one day what’s written there, I would reap