When can i not only paint my name on the sand
but sail across vast oceans?

When can i not only stroll through green meadows
where fragrant poises freely grow,
but present to my mother dear a pretty rose
which certainly care and love it shows.

When can i not only whisper my wishes on a star,
carving dreams from afar
not only fascinated by its beauty and charm
and fancying to hold it tightly in my arms.

Perhaps, someday,
i might
print my name on the sand
and never let the wind blow it and be gone;

Maybe someday,
i may
present my dear ma special poises
oh, im gonna give her bunch of roses
for i know care and love it shows.

Hoping someday
i will
to the angels ill say my prayer
and they’ll gonna whisper to my Father
“a child dreaming of a bright someday,
everything will be good and day”

*** a poem i wrote probably around september of 1999. i was lucky enough to have this published in our school paper.

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