Bucket O' Passion

Life is my passion,
I don't take it in ration,
I live to love and explore,
Even just wandering across the moor,
I know that my life has already been full,
From when I have taken sheep of their wool,
Brought new life into the world,
To the times I have danced and twirled,
I have trekked through rainforest,
Even helped arrange with a florist,
Rode on an elephant's back,
And howled with a wolf pack.

There are so many things I've loved living,
But so much more that can be given,
My list for the bucket may be late,
But I have such a long one to make,
I really don't think it will all fit,
So many dreams to unfortunately omit.

But to name a few,
I want my dragon tattoo,
And to ride a stallion across the sands,
Travel to many, many foreign lands,
For my arrows to always hit gold,
To find that special hand to hold,
My first day as a qualified vet,
Or have a poem in the daily gazette,
Dance naked in the pouring rain,
Find hidden secrets to explain...

But there is far, far to much to list!
Each and everyday I make a new wish,
Some overly complex, some simple,
Maybe just to wake up without that pimple!