Category : Poems

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That day came again when Grandparents' Day was celebrated. 
Suddenly I became half the man I used to be among the aged.
It seemed that I turned out to be a younger person again.
Because throughout the night before the day I searched my poem books at home,
hoping to create a new poem.
Not until  a rooster crowed in the east
did my poem writing finally cease.
The next morning saw me stand on a platform, 
reading aloud the new poem,
which was a beautiful anthem.
Hanging over me was a wishful thinking  strangely,
in which I will be a greater poet than Shakespeare abruptly.
Well, noise came into my ears in the extreme,
and I awoke from a nice dream.