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Wandering Thoughts

In Poetry on October 1, 2014 at 10:51 am

I sit alone with my wine,

staring at the stars.

They look very far away.

I’ve reached old age.

I will soon be gone.

The stars are here to stay.

I’ve written six hundred poems.

It’s time to stop. I’ve said

what I can. It’s time

for drinking wine.

I watch the dead leaves

float down the river

to end in the sea. It’s

the same with my poems,

and the same with me.

 

-after Tu Fu

George Freek, USA

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