Laughing Myself At Weak Years Poem by Kinsley Lee
Laughing Myself At Weak Years
Chigun Chung
The hue of hurriedly passing time is merciless like a netting.
Even I gained something at forty in my life, what could it's being?
I endured the nagging which's all of my haggard wife's, with laughing.
Gluttonizing a lot of books, that's for keeping a gentleman from ageing.
(Jan.,18th,2024, Translated by Kinsley Lee)
Thursday, January 18, 2024
Topic(s) of this poem: books
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