BUCKET LIST

The things we want to do but throw the plans in the bucket , live a monotonous life bound by duties and at last we have a hopeless view in the rear

One morning
When the wind was cold and the day was foggy
The autumn was there
And the end near
Bucket was still intact
Overflowing with bits and ideas
Untouched for decades
Buried in the dirt and rust
Willing to break free into the blue
Waving side to side
To show the world who they are
But the curtain were to fall
The show was over
It was only a hopeless view in the rear
Which he viewed with vigorous eager

Reviews

[Calamityofgin]

I loved the show of rust and decay by time the container of his lifes dreams...and then how perfect and hope filled the llast look! He looks back in review..Eager!!
Really loved! True gem darlin Hamlet..
Love
Calamity of Jennifer