The Fallen Maple Leaf In Brown Colour

We both are like dumbs Isn't it? I see the red ants around you in a friendly manner And the handsome poverty tries to be friend with me. You have no right to ask Why the tree bring you down? And I cannot grumble Why can't I fly? My palm and your gloomy face Give much similarities, Scattered lines here and there But the wealth line has disappeared On my palm a long time ago. I remember once an old palm reader Predicted in the broad day light ' This crooked line says that one day You become a pilot or a road runner! ' The old man is right as I fly on & off in my sugary dreams and in reality Believe me, I am a non-stop Marathon Runner! [To my friend Jerry, sorry for the belated wishes, happy birthday to you! and hope all your dreams come true, if my marathon finishes in Australia, then I could have meet you before the life forgets my name.] *Have a heart that never hardens, and a temper that never tires, and a touch that never hurts. -Charles Dickens