The Old Man, Who Once, Soared On A Crane Poem by Kinsley Lee
The Old Man, Who Once, Soared On A Crane
The old man, who once, soared on a crane,
Long ago, his presence wane'.
Only the drooping willow trees sway,
Whispering by the river every day.
The traces of merit have faded away,
Replaced by memorial stone on the way.
The public officials lost in fight,
They're self-centered for only their light.
Monday, September 11, 2023
Topic(s) of this poem: river
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