Charlie Way Poet Rhyme

Do Not Sigh Over the Grey Hairs

Orchid buds are soaked in the stream alongside the hill,
Mud-free, among green pines the sandy path lies still,
In the nightfall drizzling cuckoo calls sound chill.
Who dare say that an old man can’t rejuvenate?
The river past the temple turns west in the ultimate,
Don’t sigh over the grey hairs and become a degenerate.

(tran.)

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Darlene De Beaulieu October 9, 2019 at 1:03 PM Hello Charlie Way, I like this poem.the more i read it, the more sense it makes to me. have a nice day my friend. Charlie Way October 12, 2019 at 9:02 AM Dear Darlene, Thanks for your comments which are great encouragement to me. Have a nice day. Charlie