The Street Without The Signboards Poem by Kinsley Lee

Dong-Ju, Yun

When I got off at the station,
On the platform, there were no person.

All of them were only the passengers
Only the person whom looked like the passengers.

There were no signboard on every house
I'd not worry of finding the house.

There were no letters with glittering gorgeously
In reddish
Or in bluish.

On every corner
Turn on the light the old gas
Lamps which is gracious

If grabbing their wrists
They are all men of vitue
They are all men of vitue

The spring, summer, autumn and winter
They come back according to be in order.