The Garage Sale

                                                                             By  Shen, Li

            Today I passed by Post Road,

    There the great mansions are located.

    Following the arrows flying,

    I got the last place where you were hiding.

    Modern Poetry is over fifty years old, then

    A guy said：“ My grandpa’s, pay what you can.”

         Your handwriting, your sigh and smile,

         Between pages mixed with a moldy smell.

         I put the book in the sunshine in my home,

         Now you’ll feel bright and warm.

         I know some years later, somewhere,

         My fate will be the same as well.

                                           Sept. 28, 2013

                              My first English Poem

    （第一首英詩習作，很可能 “通身罅漏，觸目瘡瘢”。
萬望城內外網客，友朋，同好，裏手及方家不吝賜教。
趣圖由網絡順來，謝謝製作。）