Once upon a time there was a little boy.
His hair curly and eyes watery.
At age of five he was full of joy.
His parents showered him with love and toys.
He kept all his goodies in a big smiley trolley.
All day long he played and cuddled with mommy.
For all the snacks from daddy he turned out chubby.
But nonetheless he was happy.
Eat sleep and play, in the blink of an eye 5 years gone by
At age of 10 he was full of passion.
Ready for expressive exploration
His mind was curious and always in action
For he found interest in artistic creation.
His world was a safari wild imagination.
All day long he sketched and made flip-page animation.
For all the crayons he used up, art was an addiction.
But nonetheless he was happy.
Sketch, learn, and daydream, in the blink of an eye 5 years gone by.
At age of 15 he was living in a foreign land.
Now a teenager trying to understand
Future uncertain and nothing was as planned
For he had a lot to adjust and comprehend.
He swam hard to outlast this survival quicksand.
All day long he trained and prepared to take his stand.
For all the trials his will to win was hard to bend.
But nonetheless he was happy.
Adapt fight and cope, in the blink of an eye 5 years gone by.
At age of 20 he was rolling all on his own.
Becoming an adult the boy had grown.
It’s time to get real with fairyland long gone,
For he had lots to prove and doubts to contain.
Nervousness was a goblin rattling his bone.
All day long he studied and learned in the battle zone.
For all the challenges he managed his best to shine.
But nonetheless he was happy.
Study, equip, and excel; in the blink of an eye 5 years gone by.
At age of 25 he worked years straight in a row,
Entering business hoping for a dazzling show.
His calls never stop and was always on the go,
For the first taste of victory his ego grew.
He would kill for more with a big crossbow.
All day long he plotted and manipulated with his claws,
For all the toil and blood his career thrived but left many in woe.
But nonetheless he was happy.
Work, hustle and grind; in the blink of an eye 5 years gone by.
At age of 30 he had given work all his soul,
Danced with wolves and kept goons on payroll.
His portfolio grew but his heart a black hole,
For he started to ponder life’s true meaning and goal.
He prayed for revelation but heard fuck all.
All day long he wandered while keeping mind in control.
For all he achieved and built, it was time to leave it all,
So he could eventually save his soul.
He set sail to take back what the world stole.
Travel, read and reflect; in the blink of an eye 5 years gone by
At age of 35 he made new plans to expand.
By fate he returned to his motherland,
Refocused for life’s meaning now he understands.
He set hands only on works delightful to command,
Balancing his life because love he had found.
All day long he worked on the wonderland of his own.
For all the art and beauty we have on hand, life can be grand.
There is nothing wrong to be curious once again.
We can have fun even with a pot of sand.
We can play with words like waving a magic wand.
I’m here sharing with you my poem for you are my dear friends.
The boy was once lost but saved himself.
He used to chase blindly with a butcher knife.
Now he savors time and cherish his pretty wife.
There are no little moments in life;
For the little moments are life itself.
Be happy now for there is no afterlife.
Learn to take it easy and be kind to yourself.
by 曾宥誠 (Patrick Saint)
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