The Joy With Aging At The Spring River Poem by Kinsley Lee

Kinsley Lee

Near the Han-River, I've been lived for twenty years.
In spring, the fishing floats are beautiful in the dark fogs.

Not knowing why the Izaak Walton's rushing to the fishing place.
Then how can I remember the reason Dong-Bong been a recluse.

The big and Green building in Yeouido, it stinks polluted lousy,
My maisonette in Yong-San, alway the river winds blows cleary.

Now, it become diminished my ambitions in young days.
Often, the old friend invites me to the saloon these days