Penning Poem by Chan Mongol

In my working, penning and penning;
All my ABC, for your reading!
Nothing much in the wheelchair, in depression;
So, I construct words to explore expression!

For a disabled, desperate, lonely man;
Rhymes can always give inspiration!
It's not everything, it's not that much;
Only considering, a little brunch!

Off and on snack and food;
To keep energy and good mood!
To keep walking in that street;
Please accept my humble greet!

Don't hold certain things in your hand;
Not fire, water, snow, oil and sand!
They are just ingredients for real soil;
You have to make things and give your toil!

In my working, penning and penning;
All my ABC, for your reading!
Nothing much in the wheelchair, in depression;
So, I construct words to explore expression!

Walking with strength daily;
In sunny weather and in chilly!
I don't turn to be a robot;
Flesh and blood, I still got!


Please halt and listen;
As long as food in the kitchen!
Why waste time with oily pipes;
Such are not basics for your lives!

Sun, Moon, Mars and others what shine;
You don't find them in your "food line"!
Leave them alone in the sky;
Don't hurt them and quicken to die!

Natural beauty, billions of years;
Why destroying by bombs and spears!
Someone come out and please say "halt";
And stop them to open that devil's vault!

Walking with strength daily;
In sunny weather and in chilly!
I don't turn to be a robot;
Flesh and blood, I still got!