An Old Man’s Dream Poem by Han Min Ohn

Once in my dream, I followed a road
The beginning of which I forgot to note
As the surrounding was worth a gaze
Walked I along the road in leisurely pace

With large shady trees on both sides in array
Birds chirping and incoming morning sun rays
I walked along the road peacefully along
Until I noticed that the environment changed its gown

Less trees were planted in this part I noted
With lions’ roar and wolves’ howl along the road
The midday sun glaring just over my head
I felt like needing a rest or I would collapse.

But dared I not tried to rest or had time to collapse
With the roar of wild beasts right behind my steps
So ran I along the road with all my might
To find a safe spot for passing the night.

Suddenly at this point I woke up from my dream
May be that running was demanding my extremes
For I was just an old man sitting on an arm chair
Waiting for the setting sun to give it a farewell.