“My Man” ( A Poetry)

From the thick window covered in frost

From the big brick building where the sun sets

The tall fit man wants to cross

That I see him walking in steps.

Cherishing God for His beautiful thought

In creating you, His beautiful sculpture

That is made ready before He brought

Into this world; me, a beautiful hustler.

The heaven smiles when you beam

My eternal winter shall not pass

As I forget how long I’ve been;

Being with the dead who live outlast.