Eldest Son

He left for study

Now, he is abroad

He’ll pursue his own road

It’s not only to study








It’s easy to slip up

Then eat some noodles, cake

And more, then end up

In a fatigue state that isn’t fake



Not often
Did it fall so hard
I hope for days to soften
This Summer’s regard


I miss those nights spent on it

The storm forcast

Even sons’ disapproval of it

Hinder some joys to last


Strange Times

This early Autumn symbolises

Peace’s demises

The weather is turbulent

As is today’s political argument