2021-12-07|閱讀時間 ‧ 約 4 分鐘

Wish

    On the eve of the eleventh birthday of mine,
    When I heard someone promised his people of hope and happy time,
    How I wished that day quickly passed by,
    And tomorrow came as tide chasing tide.
    Though the time was slow as the snail crawling down,
    I was so afraid to miss the cuckoo bird’s singing sound,
    And finally the clock walked the twice round,
    I happily made a wish from my mouth:
    “I hope you can give me a shelter please
    Which is big enough to protect me
    From the danger that might harm me
    And from the coldness that will get me sick.”
    Several days later a package from him to me I found
    In which a paper-made umbrella was as small as a mouse.
    A little unhappy mood in my mind was aroused
    And I cried all my tears out:
    “This must be from devil a trick
    For I feel the joke is so sick!
    Mom and Dad won’t give me such a gift
    For I know in their heart I am a good kid!
    “Everything seems to be up-side-down
    For the being-protected becomes the protector now.
    I hate people who do not follow their vow,
    Just like I hate to hear the glass’ breaking sound.
    “I have no idea where to put it in my house
    For everywhere looks dangerous somehow,
    And only one thing I know it now
    Is not to get it in my tears drown.”
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