A friend sends her perfumed carriage
And high-bred horses to fetch me.
I decline the invitation of
My old poetry and wine companion.
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The poem gives us a hint about how time plays its role and priorities get changed in life. Adorable poem. Thanks.
Such a good poem with articulate writing, Now I am withering away, Wind-blown hair, frost temples. I prefer to stay beyond the curtains, And listen to talk and laughter I can no longer share.
a simple poem that really touches. melancholy. good one li.
So so sad... the inevitable aging process. But at least the author has had his heydays.
i prefer to stay beyond the curtains, and listen to talk laughter i can no longer share so nice lines i read it