Life is like a dice at throw
When will it stop once it rolls
Dreams shattered, a crystal bowl

The only way to calming down
Try to complacent what I'm now
I'm a half clown before melting down

When I was young, I wanted to be
Not a doctor nor running companies
For sure I'm a bit late to be somebody

I want to be an opera singer
Or an aesthetic dental practitoner
I also want to be a fine carpenter

None of these skills I possess
Doing things with common sense
Finally, I become less and less

Even I write verses as my hobby
Though I don't fond of reading potery
I write not to become Mr Empty