Albert Wong

Rookie (7/09/1940 / Hong Kong)

My Taste Of Life - Poem by Albert Wong

I drink coffee seems it is my favorite wine,
How much I can enjoy until the end of my life?

How much I can keep for happiness as in my life?
When my life is going to be disappearing as a morning frost?

I am still worrying a thousand years’ later although,
There are a few grand children around me.

I could not see my grand children after a century,
But I worry about their fortune and children after my death.

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, June 5, 2007

Poem Edited: Tuesday, March 8, 2011


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