POEMS of the Bucket Rider

Speckled snow falls as diamond grain

Wind blows as razor cuts skin pore

The tangled threads are in my brain

The body is unwilling to step out the door

The cold felt like sword in sigh

The weakness covered the helpless body

I put my last hope so high

Dreaming a charity from anybody

The bucket is empty

The humanity seems buried

I have no dignity

I have no money carried

I cannot freeze to death

Asking for coal as a beggar

Surviving for the last breath

But now,  I’m lost forever