Today I just cross 70 years. At this age, friends are curious about my Bucket List, which basically meant unfulfilled wishes or desire. I compose this new poem in response. (I have written one on Bucket List printed in my first book)
Friends insist I show my bucket list;
Exists not, but give a different twist.
Long unfulfilled wishes, too late to fill;
Choice not always free, desire not still.
Regret, past selves cannot be undone;
Not created perfect, pun of living is fun.
The Dao is how you insert your marks;
Name and grammar provide the sparks.
The flow, not the list, is how best we live;
Procrastinate, time and body, not forgive.
When wants and needs are poured to the brim;
Wine has no space to swirl for oxygenated hymn.
Line 7 & 8 refers to Dao De Jing