Like the bearded old man on a moonlit night:
A worn-out life in worn-out clothes
Standing on a swaying bridge
Singing a soul-stirring song
For an audience of one.
Like the young girl cycling at dawn
Smiling like a wingless angel
In the slowly disappearing mist
With her beautiful hair
Searching for freedom in the breeze.
Like the tired woman in the paddy field
Silhouetted against the spreading glow
Of an unwilling setting sun:
Returning home
Her gait is enshrined.
Simply excellent!
Thank you very much, Louis.