The Joy with Aging at the Spring River

Near the Han-River, I’ve been for twenty years,

In spring dark, the fishing floats’re bright on the weirs.

Not knowing why the Walton’s rushing to the fishing, calm douce.

Then how can we remember the reason Diogenes'd been a recluse.

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The big and Green building in Yeouido where it stinks, but my lousy

Maisonette in Yong-San, always the river winds blow clearly

Now, it become diminished my ambition in young days,

Often, the old friends invite me to the saloon, these days,

(Apr. 17^th, 2024, Kinsley Lee)