Daruma

Since brought into creation,

I sat behind a tray.

Far beyond their reach,

Just under the upper hand.

My friends kept getting picked,

The privileged ones they were.
In the front, they were placed,

To be always the first in view.

Someone then came along,

And reached far behind.

My tears fell, I was finally chosen,

By an unlikely young Malaysian.

It was like a dream,

I was made a star.

Pictures of me were taken,

In places I'd never imagine.

He brought me home to a country,

Where the weather was hot and food was spicy.

It didn't make sense to drink hot drinks,

Yet many still did irrationally.

To a another new home I went,

Where he places his best wishes.

It must be someone special,

As he really meant his wishes.

I wonder if he told her,

Of my humble little story.

I wish I could tell her,

He made me feel like Toy Story.

Till this day I remain,

On the shelf of yet another.

A symbol of perseverance and luck I'll be,

For this dreamy soul of the other.

Most of the Time

When left alone,
What do you think about?

When I'm alone,
I don't feel the heat and the sweat,
I don't feel the pain in my joints,
I don't feel hunger or thirst,
The discomforts of the present,
The anxiety of the uncertain future,
Nor the regrets of my past.

I often will look around me and wonder.
Who was on this path before me?
I will recreate the moment in my imagination.
What's making these sounds?
May they live long and prosper.
I'm so lucky to have wandered to this place.
As I close my eyes and record this moment in my heart, for a later time.

The serenity of nature
The smell and sounds of the little ones
The breeze that we both have forgotten

Most of the time...