Albert Wong

Rookie (7/09/1940 / Hong Kong)

Autumn-8 Paces - Poem by Albert Wong

Autumn-8 Paces
Original free verse - autumn-8 paces

Twenty years lived near San Francisco
The new wind and dream two other fried
Retirement wondering to enter a poem land
Poems of potatoes poetry hate not yet learned
Use my pan I tried to write a good poem
Yao Wang darkness eyes open days
Montreal little gold powder
Chapter pondering poetry alone sobbing

Government-City sunset ramps
Look vaguely Chinese Dipper Stars
Sudden sense of the Friends of left
August-crossing virtual life
Watching sons success more thoughts
Piedmont night no one will
Who do the dark on the east
I haven’t seen my home in the bauhinia flower

Millions Hong Kong and China compete honor
I drive on the Bay Area
Hoping to pray for sons’ success
Early autumn Building Members present-Chelsea
Inability to help with fame and right is thin
The aspiration of breaching their predecessors -
Members of youth are high
Singly ride in horse manure

Beijing welcomed Olympia more gold medals
100 years joyous event unknowingly sad
The President's busy repair laws
Building the economic downturn
Chuang-century and the new trend
To west and east research U.S. economy
Weak horses wait in the Autumn moon cold
I feel night mare sleepily tired because of my Father dead.

Hall of the Mountain Gangue
Cold Dew flower paths in the universe
Orient look fixed-tail Celebration Party
Winds shifting Wong to-Western
Olympia fixed-tail Celebration Party
Late days visit us recognize the public-hero
This missed Hong Kong late seems an age
The next Olympic Games four years back

SF City North U.S. the watch House
Miles changes to the Mid-Autumn Festival
Night to the small building solved 1000 worry
Flower Terrace single city reaches Four Seas
Chu-hai since left one another 30 years
In the non-regular clothing without time back
Looking back at that song and dance pool
Friends from all of the non-see

Mother country and HK are same in my heart.
Country or communism I didn’t separate
I have wasted a lot of time for my family
Lonely in quiet night I recall old friends
Chilly wind blows me think of my lover
Sit on home’s porch look at autumn moon.
Not easy walk through gates to gate in my age
There is nothing troublesome in my life

Retired often return Hong Kong to see my parents
Often take much worry about my own country.
Ne’er forget my original way as daily eat my rice.
Suddenly wake up my mind to search my sister
I ask about the old friends whom I haven’t seen
Where is my beloved partner who left away
The sparkling colors have faded gradually
I am reciting as I sob with my grey head bow

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, September 17, 2008

Poem Edited: Friday, September 19, 2008

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