The Garage Sale
By Shen, Li
Today I passed by Post Road,
There the great mansions are located.
Following the arrows flying,
I got the last place where you were hiding.
Modern Poetry is over fifty years old, then
A guy said：“ My grandpa’s, pay what you can.”
Your handwriting, your sigh and smile,
Between pages mixed with a moldy smell.
I put the book in the sunshine in my home,
Now you’ll feel bright and warm.
I know some years later, somewhere,
My fate will be the same as well.
Sept. 28, 2013
My first English Poem
（第一首英诗习作，很可能 “通身罅漏，触目疮瘢”。
万望城内外网客，友朋，同好，里手及方家不吝赐教。
趣图由网络顺来，谢谢制作。）
