Inspiration

this is someting i wrote in 2004…..november 2004 to be exact….i think at times we all feel like this don’t we?

the letter that wouldn’t come.

Day by day i waited
for the letter that wouldn’t come
I waited by the little mailbox
beside my garden’s lawn

Oh, how i would rush out
with such joy and glee
when i heard the sounds of the postman
making his daily round

i’d say hello and gave a little wave
to the man in the smart uniform
and he’d flashed me a smile for a while
as he passed me letters for my mom

eagerly i grabbed them
with my greasy palm
thanking the postman as i did this
for his daily round.

bills , bills and nothing but bills
and a letter from out of town
disappointed, devastated as i looked at them
and handed them over to my mom

and yet tomorrow would be another day,
and by the mailbox i would wait
for the postman on his daily round
and for the letter that wouldn’t come.

A friend’s blog entry made me recall this poem that i wrote about a year ago….well warning to ppl who dun like sad stuff..this one i kinda depressing and morbid (2 words that describe me aptly).

Anyway..i’ve already got my funeral figured out…haha…if i die…i wanna be cremated..and my ashes mixed with fireworks….i want 1 minute of fireworks to symbolise every year of my life..and since i like water so much…i would like the fireworks to be blown over the sea…hmm and i would like all of you to be there..to enjoy the view…and to cherish the good times that we’ve had.

If tomorrow i should die,
Please i plead you do not cry,
Treasure instead the moments we’ve spent together,
And the fact that we’ve known each other

If tomorrow i should die
know that i’ve loved you all this while
you’ve added meaning into my life
without you i would never have survived

though now i’m no longer here
the space in your heart, never let it be bare
for someone out there…is deprived of love…
share with him, the joy and friendship that i’ve come to love.

if tomorrow i should die…
and if it ever were to be caused by i..
tell my parents to forgive me…
for not being a filial son….for causing them grieve

and yet in death, let it be
it’s beyond control , you and me…
in life, live it to the fullest,
that there’d be no regrets……..in our eternal rest