On Monday, I wanted to eat bread, butter and cream, <br />but I had to satisfy with vegetable, so green. <br />On Tuesday I wanted to eat chicken breast, <br />but I had to eat fried egg. <br />On Wednesday I wanted to eat beef steak, <br />but I had to swallow the boiled cabbage. <br />On Thursday I wanted to eat pork...a big cut. <br />but I had to munch the groundnut. <br />On Friday I wanted to eat mutton in spice and chilli, <br />but I had to chew the boiled broccoli. <br />Today on Saturday I want to eat fish and chips and drink beer....icy cold, <br />but I have to gulp down the boiled potatoes. <br />Tomorrow will be Sunday, <br />a day I always hail. <br />A feast of charity will be at local monastery, <br />where I can get some food left-over at the donor's mercy. <br />If I have a good luck, <br />and the donor is kind enough, <br />I can get meat...a big chunk. <br /> <br />Then I will pray for all souls, <br />who I may or may not know, <br />to have a warm heart with a glow, <br />to have mind as white as snow. <br /> <br />A monastery is my paradise, <br />before the end of my life.<br /><br />U Win Kyi<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-poor-man-s-paradise-5-a-poor-old-beggar/
