My Guest Poem by Charles WOO

By chance, I met my bosom friend in excitement.
At my home, we talked about the past and current.
My wife prepared wine for us to drink in the living room.
Nevertheless, my daughter hid herself in her bedroom.
We did not have lover the very year when we departed.
To-day, we had next generation as we were wedded.
There would be hundred of big events to be told.
Cigarette butts piled up and the ashtray could not hold.

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