Bucket list

Thank you, whoever thought of the bucket list,

And brought in a sense of ease

For all the things that passed us by

And all others that we hurriedly missed.

A peaceful breakfast without biting my tongue

Or swallowing a bite

Should I list the unread op-ed page,

Or a lazy date with myself, under a star-lit sky

An afternoon to dive into a long-neglected trunk

And emerge with pictures reeking of past years

Some that are bursting with laughter

Some that are wet with tears.

Meet an old friend without complaining

About the busy life, away from a noisy bar

Just hug him tight and really warm

And tell him that, for only him, I stopped and plucked a flower.

Go home with a heart all light and breezy

And nestle in ma’s lap, where my childhood still rests

Wake up early to ask dad for pocket money

And peep in a sparrow’s nest.

So, thank you, whoever thought of the bucket list,

And gave us the reason to miss

All that we could have done

But never did, all because there is a bucket list.