This is my apology.
I am not a poet. I am not a writer, not even a composer. I am just a retired old dreamer, who was born in 1924.
I didn't have an English education, or a Creative Writing diploma. I just put an empty sheet of paper on my table, and let my pencil copy my feelings, my thoughts or my dreams. The pencil transfers my mood, my heart into many lines. I don't control it, and the end result are in the following pages.
Read them slowly, and don't judge the too harshly. My poems are not in the "Library of Parliament", my name is not in the book of "Who is Who?"
Simple line from a simple man, and if like some of them, I will be happy to know, that my "Magic Pencil" did a good job.
P.S. Please let me know.
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