Lonely Poem by Chan Mongol

LONELY
Poem by Chan Mongol
July 22 of 2021


With wrong crowd in the wrong place;
In the wrong time, in the wrong age!

Mine is the out dated composition;
No matching with the new generation.

I am at the hill now, under a big tree;
Thanks god, good birds fly above me.

Lonely living without any danger and fear;
In protective nature, no tiger, no vulture!

Past good looking folks are now dry roses;
I missed time and hallucinating in boozes.

Whatever is gone, gone, gone! Bygone!
Considering birth and life meant for donation.

Older folks passed on stories of life to next generation;
None to listen my hearsay and so, differently, I carry on.