FOREVER — POEM 𝒃𝒚 Ming-Keh Chen
𝙄𝙣 𝙖 𝙣𝙚𝙬𝙡𝙮 𝙗𝙪𝙞𝙡𝙩,
𝘾𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙘𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙜𝙖𝙩𝙚, 𝙢𝙖𝙙𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙗𝙧𝙞𝙘𝙠𝙨,
𝙏𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙝𝙤𝙡𝙙 𝙚𝙖𝙘𝙝 𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧’𝙨 𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙨,
𝙒𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙩?
𝙄𝙣 𝙖 𝙣𝙚𝙬𝙡𝙮 𝙗𝙪𝙞𝙡𝙩,
𝘾𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙘𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙜𝙖𝙩𝙚, 𝙢𝙖𝙙𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙗𝙧𝙞𝙘𝙠𝙨,
𝙏𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙝𝙤𝙡𝙙 𝙚𝙖𝙘𝙝 𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧’𝙨 𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙨,
𝙒𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙩?
𝙁𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙣𝙙𝙤𝙬, 𝙖 𝙛𝙚𝙬 𝙧𝙖𝙮𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙨𝙪𝙣𝙡𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩,
𝘾𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙞𝙣 𝙖𝙩 𝙖 𝙩𝙞𝙡𝙩,
𝙎𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙚 𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙫𝙖𝙨𝙚
𝘼𝙡𝙡 𝙛𝙡𝙤𝙬𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙙𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙜,
𝘿𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙛𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙣𝙙.
𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙪𝙣𝙨𝙚𝙩 𝙘𝙡𝙤𝙪𝙙𝙨,
𝘼𝙧𝙚 𝙜𝙤𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙚𝙖𝙧 𝙨𝙤𝙤𝙣.
𝙏𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙢𝙖𝙣 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙦𝙪𝙞𝙘𝙠𝙡𝙮 𝙬𝙖𝙡𝙠𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤,
𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙤𝙥 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚