Written by and translated from Korean by Ihlwha Choi

Sitting in a humble bar, Two men in late sixties are talking friendly. Sitting alone in the corner I drain my glass. They are retired salaried men I suppose. I realise the fact as words drift from their conversation. After leaving their lifelong work, Maybe, they are talking about their bygone days. I wonder if they got a large amount of retirement pay? Are they getting enough pension to sustain old age? Across the tables from a distance, I am now looking at myself of tomorrow, On a relaxed Saturday afternoon, While the sun continues to shine brightly outside
Ihlwha Choi is a South Korean poet. He has published multiple poetry collections, such as Until the Time When Our Love will Flourish, The Colour of Time, His Song and The Last Rehearsal.
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