Stranger with all.

★Stranger with all.

I would like to die poor but not as old

Cause tears are not affordable here and

Hoping others would carry your burden

You may fhink about my version

And feel this man has cross the ocean

Without let notice anybody

He may be lost somewhere to shut

Down his book exploring voidness in words

At last we realize his real face

Pitiably honest oh no god! how unfortunate

We had not serve him with little compassion  or inspiring two words to go ahead

Not gone to pay last tribute to graveyard

Already maybe he refused your presence

With bitter fact those

Who are slept as dead for century

What one should hope more from them.