Dirge

there goes a lonely man on a one horse carriage the horse though pulls the carriage he is always hungry because he has nothing to eat but to feed on fallen leaves and to quench his thirst with dewdrops the horse though goes before the carriage he grew to the height may be high enough to pull the carriage with great struggle: the carriage not even a blossom of a flower of remembrance on it goes yonder the crystal blue sky see through the fluttering black flag in the wind the carriage not even a sigh of lamentation follows goes beyond the sky so deep that smarts the eyes and stretches to the incomprehensible infinity although the man resigned himself and laid his corpse on the bed of the carriage in the coffin, he had crossed many rivers of trials although the man resigned himself and laid his corpse on the bed of the carriage in the coffin, he had crossed many mountains of hardship although the man resigned himself and laid his corpse on the bed of the carriage in the coffin, he still is the lonely man because no one will welcome him even if he comes quickly, he still is the poor man because no one will stop him even if he turns his back for the wind rises the flag flutters, and when the flag flutters, the man, while clinging on to the fluttering flag deplores his troubled life as a deep sigh for the rain fall the man tears and sobs as wet as fluttering flag can the life full of unfulfilled desires be called a life as well? the cry of the man who lived a bitter life is the empty echo that had fallen on the ground; the call of the man who was abused by others is the lost effort that no one ever tried to hear there the lonely man goes on the carriage pulled by the horse, the horse with a full shadow of sadness in his eyes the lonely man laid on the carriage goes with the horse, the horse barely survived only by the fallen leaves and dewdrops The lonely man, the feeble horse, and the fluttering black flag…