The Autumn Sunset. Poem by SY Wong ...

The Autumn Sunset.



Like a yellow leaf
Shun by, even the autumn sun
O I am done
O I am done
I can start counting my feeble days
When the trembling?
When the cold?
When the remembering?
I am cold.
In the night I look for cover
thinking this is my last; a place, some foods, a dress I am wearing or maybe a dance.

Friday, September 18, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: age,life
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