Old beggar

Shabby dress, stuck to your body jet

Melancholy eyes, your life weighed intimated

Wrinkled skin, lay out your old age

Dragging your feet stepped on a dry black tar

Grounded ditali black plastic above the ankle

Turned into every home

No matter how hot the sun is absorbed through your pores slit

Only by collecting pennies

To just fill your stomach

already mengkriput

attached to the bones



When it rains,

black plastic to cover your head at your feet



Indeed, these tears drip

every time I see you

Still eager to maintain life

Chest pounding, shortness of

Sore throat,

withstand the pain that you experience


When you're out of sight

Imagine you are imprinted on my brain



When I kneel, kneeling in front of his

Only ever spoken gratitude

There are still people who are heavier life

than live as we live

And in small hearts, each saw the same thing,

always arises the question:

"Where are the children?"

And re-look into the self,

"I was a child. I do not want my parents to be like that someday."