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.