End of October.
  My impressions 
(apart from the nextest door neighbours,
  raging now and ever before) -
the grass
  and the snow...

The grass is still green,
  the snow lies in patches
   like tapestry...

My worries about my kin
  don't subside...

It is weird to be on your own.

Shall I ever be rich?

Will my great eye and pen
 bring me wealth
or at least
  a welfare?

I don't know,
 I don't know...

Whatever is happening -
   these festivals, art shows etc. -
would've seemed quite unreal
  a short while ago...

World recognition?
  Yes, maybe...

My works are like noone's
  and poems...

While this game is just fun...
  The fun of an unfulfilled life...



Oct.29, 2023