A paper or a life!

This is my first near-rhymed poem, at least in English. Hope it didn't sound stupid. Let me know your opinion or suggestions. Criticism is always welcome (I am just saying it) [:-D] So here you go:

When I was given the paper,
it was blank, neat and white!
It was too big for me and it was all mine!
I could write anything
and I wrote everything I found.
I was very happy,
so I wrote it down!
Then I wrote what all could be done with this thing.
some were the usual,some were interesting.
after a while or so I simply started drawing,
some lines or some curves whichever came to my mind.
they looked very stupid, didn't make much sense.
But who cared!
I was happy, so kept doing the same!


Now the paper is half-full,
only half is left!
I can't stop wondering,
how could I waste the rest?
I know I should think...
now I'm thinking what to write.
Starting with a line or two...
doesn't feel so right.
some lines are plans for the next,
some just blaming on my past-self.
but now I know the value of the paper,
and I'll never waste it again..


Then one day
the time will come,
I'll reach the last sentence!
I know what I'll think
or how will I be feeling then.
I might take the paper closer to my heart,
might just hold it tighter,
as I'll know it's almost over!
one thing for sure, I'll tell this to me once
'wish I had used the whole paper,
as I did the first half!'