Puppet On A Love-String Poem by Wayne Cheah

Bees fly for miles for nectar sweet,
Lions kill for the warm raw meat;
Fish swim the oceans just to live,
All ants scurry home and to sleep.

For reasons unexplained,
The evening came;
Love by any name,
Stays the same.

Love is for lovers to give,
Love is for lovers to receive;
Like a branch holding a leaf,
Nothing to steal or to deceive.

Change into your pajamas quickly please,
For here's a chocolate, before you sleep;
Dream the dreams you dreamed of dreaming,
Though some dreams have opposite meanings.

Sweet dreams are made sweeter,
Not by adding more sugar;
But in woken moments,
A dreamt dream happens.

I see a bird out my room window,
It is not free, but does not know;
It can fly from tree to distant tree,
Thinking it is wild and fancy free.

But it too must land on a branch,
Whether to rest or to have lunch;
We, like the bird, will always,
Live allotted lives & given days.

Doing our best and leave the rest,
Serious in words or in common jest;
Yes, like a puppet on a love-string,
I'll never be free from you, I now think.