Sailor

I wish hello to the sailor Every once in a while He rows his boat in the stream nearby Smiles while seeing me wave I wonder if he knows well The map of river and cave I wonder if he knows how to return For the sake of wife and son. His wife waits with his food And a boy five or so Deep inside their jolly hearts Roots of hope grow Aging older...and older Waiting for him to return He whispered to them, not to mourn.