AGE (A DEDICATED POEM IN COMMEMORATION OF MY BIRTHDAY: APRIL 15) Running, swiftly and steadily The more he runs the close he gets to Like a fleeing bird riding on a horse to hunt Where he has left so desire to be part. But Like a river that flows without backward running As the clocks ticks twelve and score tetrad, Cock croak her crow Remember I of this fleeting age and time When the weather of this world to be blew on my mortality Thought of this lonely home; shall be leaving all I strive and starve to be And the laying of my mortality. Know that life is not a fixed eternity The season is near, the time is come When to ascend to eternal bound to live When I retire, let no eyes and tongue keen For this is the cause of my journey to end To another journey to bed. The remembrance of birth day is the reminiscence of death day.
Posted on: Tue, 15 Apr 2014 06:36:48 +0000