A streak of gold that soon disperse
Paint the sky with its gilded hue;
And filled the summery plains and hills
A verdant colour enjoyed by many few
Aah… such a pleasant sight
I wish I could savor some more
Yet to feel and touch these gentle lights
Is like having wings but cannot soar
And to watch all this behind un-fluttering lids,
Is something I would never dare dream of
For why would the world so generously give
When they have plenty of worries to spare for?
No, definitely not for someone like me:
Old, rag, gnarl and hoary
Yet I know, all this time…
I have breathed,
I have dreamed –
I have lived.
I don't know why this came out all of a sudden and I just can't find the right words to fit them in. This was inspired by my grandmother who was very sick now. She always tell me that ,"I have lived and have no regrets," and till now she still tell me the same words that still rings in my mind. Please, god, don't take her away from me.