Two Hundred Years Of Age Poem by Chan Mongol

TWO HUNDRED YEARS OF AGE

I love, I cherish whatever I see and appears to me
The Sun, Moon, snow, rain, bird, cow, dog, soil, tree!
They sooth my eyes, fill my heart and facilitate me
I need them and they need me with extended beauty!

The cloud in the sky needs earth water to fly over
To exert and regulate the temperature the Sun is there!
In the procedure, one needs another even as gas, vapor
By changing existence in recycling in the cyclic order!

System makes some with flesh and blood, some lifeless
The flesh and blood life wants to live, so is the pledge!
But system is system and permanently made for recycle
One lives and another leaves to the trial room for trial!

For flesh and blood beings, such a quick exit gives fears
I wish everybody can live at least two hundred years.
Therefore, an urge to the CEO to give us bonus as grace
To live long with at least two hundred years of age.