Till That Day Poem by Han Min Ohn

Till that day comes, I await
Joy and sorrow at each stage
Days, months, years come and go
Till that day comes, I slowly stroll.

Till that day comes, I behold
Prosperity and poverty at each glow
Seasons come and seasons go
Till that day comes, I gently flow.

Till that day comes, I encounter
People of all sorts in my wander
Newbies come and oldies go
Till that day comes, I quietly roll.

Till that day comes, I await
Patiently with nowhere to escape
Aging comes and youthfulness goes
Till that day when my death bell tolls.