Ferryboat and traveler
Han Yong-un

I am the ferryboat
You the traveler

You tread on me with muddy feet,
I embrace you and cross over the water.
When I embrace you, deeps or shallows or fast shooting rapids, I can cross over.

When you don't come I wait from dark to dawn, in the chill wind, the wet of snow and rain;
Once over the water you go on without a glance back.

No matter, I know that sooner or later you will come.
While I wait for you, day after day I go on growing older.

I am the ferryboat
You the traveler.

*sigh* what a sad poem... but i can totally relate.. wish i had my own ferryboat right about now.