At The End Of The Avenue Poem by Chan Mongol

At the end of the avenue
August 18,2018


I don't have the right spirit as you expect!
I am too simple even unable to earn respect.

I am a sinner and not a leader or a holy man!
You like or don't but I sing on trees what I cam!

I love your seasons, Harvest, Spring, Summer!
I am like you and also love fruit and flower!

I don't have a border or a chained country!
Environments want me to fly from tree to tree!

I am not used to go to temples to earn virtue!
I am a handicap who is at the end of the avenue!

You overlook my existence in the wilderness!
In this selfish world who how dies, who cares!