One of my favourite toy when I was young,
Was a wind-up little drummer boy.
I remembered that I had to turn it three times,
And then he will begin his practiced routine.
As I watched the drummer boy it dawned on me,
that in this life we are also a clockwork toy.
And only our creator can see,
when the key at our back will stop ticking.
When the drummer boy finished his performance,
I caught myself smiling as I reminisced happy memories.
I understood that the maker of a toy,
aims to give happiness to those who plays with it.
I can’t help but compare myself to the drummer boy,
For I have not yet realised what my purpose in this life is.
As I gazed into the dazzling stars in the sky,
I begin to wonder if someone will help me find it.
Because with each passing day,
the gears inside my body are slowly… halting to a stop.
