Do you hate the coins in your purse?
Yes, it’s heavy, a burden like a curse
But remember those times when you were in a rush?
Your paper bills couldn’t buy you time so much
Are you mad whenever your mother scold you at night?
Her words echoing in ears, always startle a fight
But in moments of desertion and there’s no one to lean on
You’ll surely miss her voice and concerning sermon
Irritated by a friend consistently saying hello?
You always reply, “Sorry. I have to go.”
And when you become lonely, you’ll start to cry
You will be needing to hear him saying “Hi.”
Fifteen minutes nap
A kiss on a forehead
Raindrops on a desert
A pillow on a bed
A smile of a stranger
A hug in a night
Those things we’ve taken for granted
Bring heaven in our lives.
