people always keep
recalling my old shape
and they always give
reminders
change your lifestyle
as though telling me
that i must stop writing
poetry and start
jogging the earliest hour
of the morning
which is my only hour
for reflection
ah, work too much work
rushing rushing blood in my veins
the man is right
it is time to slow down a bit
and savor
the scent of the moon
at night
with my beloved.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem