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An Old Eagle.
AW (7/09/1940 / Hong Kong)

An Old Eagle.

Poem By Albert Wong

An Eagle Stands on the top of cliff,
Waiting for a way West Wind,
It stands so long in waiting,
Just for the wind to come.

The right wind comes,
This eagle feels so lonely to start flying,
It is ready to fly six thousand miles away,
How a long and lonely journey to go?

Suddenly it wants to give up a great dream.
How a great eagle will struggle on its way?
Why it did not do it earlier and younger?
The right wind passes vainly with no use.

The pitiful eagle is growing older and older.
What will be the next great job for this eagle?
Oh poor eagle, take it easy don’t look up so high.
You are not the new hero at nowadays.

Suddenly a way west wind blows pass,
that only brings you a loneliness.

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I really like what you have written here, it is hard to grow older and feel as if things and time are passing you by. But it the way of Life for everything there is a time......10
Hauntingly lovely. Perhaps, the old eagle will renew himself after all. Take care. Warm regards, Sandra


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