Nhuan LeXuan Poems
|123.||In Memory Of My Father||6/18/2005|
|125.||In The Morning Wind||6/25/2019|
|126.||My Life For My Mom's Laughter||5/8/2005|
|127.||The Six-Year-Old Girl||5/23/2018|
|129.||The Right To Vote||10/22/2004|
|130.||Grant Me A Smile||12/2/2004|
|131.||My Old Age||11/24/2015|
|132.||Under The Purple Flowers||11/4/2004|
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My Old Age
I have seen an old woman woebegone to bare:
Her children and their beds have no time to care.
She lived with co-sufferers in the home for the aged;
Gaunt, for relationship pined, about condition raged.
I have met an old man alone, sometimes staggering;
His grandchildren clatter with lemans swaggering.
He got to the mart playing with pals of same range
Rather than staying home as a disregarded, strange.
I have feared that when decrepit, doting to deliver,
Or ailing, hard of hearing, needing some caregiver,
I would also have to follow certain so ...
My children while still only three or five years old
Thought the adults as them to be the same mould,
So they had many times to stumble or fall
Leaving Ma's armpit or Pa's hands too soon in all.
My children got gradually grown and sagacious
However, I felt they were still childish and fallacious,
For myself was still with disadvantage & defeat rife
Much less my kids who had just toddled into life.