When I Am Growing Older Poem by Kawa Karpo

When I Am Growing Older



When I am growing older
My loneliness sit on a lonely stone
A stone of Tibet
Like many old poets
Who stayed in a cotton house
And endlessly working their jobs
Jobs that put them into nice man

When I am growing older
My books and pens grow into flowers
My white hairs and tooth are disappear into sky

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