If hands are arrogant paddle
You are the body of canoe
No matter how efficient the paddle is
The paddle cannot shine
In the absence of the canoe
Have I ever paid my appreciation
To you, my dearest
Even when you were hopelessly tired
No one was around to lend you a help
No complaint ever coming from you
In a cold winter morning
Piercing wind got into your numb nerve
Instead of hiding behind a warm blanket
You came along to satisfy my stubborn desire
To dash into the rocky hill top
In a humid and hot summer evening
All parts of my body got a cold treatment
Nobody rescued you from stinky and smelly socks
However, you never complain
As if it is your fate to tolerate the worst
Now, I am looking at your tired but strong feature
Acknowledgements for the kind service
Are never in your kind heart
You are ready to take this old body
To a faraway peace land forever
SeoKyeong University
July, 2007
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