Poem { Old man in a park }
by Hiro Kota
-Contents-
1.{Tunnel}
2.{Used books}
3.{Vehicles}
4.{Leaves}
5.{ Nanakamado }
6.{Past in darkness}
7.{Time not waite}
8.{ Spring }
9.{Old man in a park}
10.{ Dark-all -about }
11.[Endless]
In the tunnel
Train disappeared
Smoke is a sign of
Reminding that he went in
To ear shaky sounds also remained
He is in a tunnel
Deep in the mountain
Train runs through tunnel
Hiking in a high sky
A trace of smoke in between tunnel
Tells he is there
Town is less crowded than usual
Symbolizing depressed year-end
Standing on the street
A number of stores
Where second-hand books are piled up
Searching for the one
That was wanted for many years
Oh! Thatfs there in the shelf
Astonished!
By a terribly skyrocketed price
On the roof
Of department store
Vehicles squeeze in
Parking lots
More and more people
Expecting gifts for someone
Who love
Things have gone in this way
For many years
Even we are not aware of
The way should be
In the past
Gifts for Christmas
Brought into vehicles
Falling leaves of cherry trees
On the paved road in the morning hours
Red pigmentation deposited on the abatical
surface
The chilly day
Antocyanine accumulation
Resulted in the unbelievable color development
On leaves
As a memorable landmark of this winter
Freezing temperature
In the mountain high
Striking signal of the nature
Is reddish coloration
In Nanakamado trees
Oh! how
such an unbelievable red color
She got
In all the mountains
Red spot spread around
Indicative that fall is just over
Nothing reminds me
When dawn starts
And where sunset exists
Nothing reminds me
When spring started
Where winter came from
Just like as the train pulls
My body
Toward destruction
No time to be remained
For remembrance
Because
Past is in an absolute darkness
Surprise is how it happened
So soon
Surprise is how fast itf gone
Age is a thing that we can count
From the present point
Regret and self-complains
Never be recovered
Undoubtedly, no one can stop a time
But the time goes on as long as
The universe keeps expanding
Time never be returned
Yellow willow leaves
Flying in a town
Overcrowded by buildings
All over
Slightly weak leaves
In the branches
Reflection of spring existence
Weather is comfortably enough
To support willow trees to grow
Nature can tell us consequences
On a bench in a small park
An old man left behind
Sunset reflects to his face
Symbolizing silver mustache
On his face
Taking a day light
All through
Just time passed away
As if his entire life span
Old man left a bench
In this cold winter time
Losing light and dark begins
Someone disappears in dark
No shadow in dark
Someone disappears in dark
No wind
No whistle blows
No smell
No one touches to the body
Suddenly someone
Emerged from it
That's the dark is all about
To this limited life
Darkness may exist at the end
To this limited night
Bright morning occurs
Even in the perfect endless
To this limited life
Generation may sustain
In hopeful endless