As I stare at the sky,
and the night deepens,
it seems like a hole
the stars fall into.
Trees wave like black
umbrellas. Life moves on.
It’s nearly over before
it’s begun. After
sixty years, that’s all I know.
I have said what I could.
I only seem able
to drink wine and laugh.
And my future
will be just like my past.
-after Lu Yu
George Freek, USA
The Social Poet 