What Is Money? Poem by Phan Thanh gian
What Is Money?
I grow my own rice,
I till my own cabbage field
Those pink piglets: i feed them
This smooth liquor: I distill each drop
My plum tomatoes: I pick from my garden
My sweat and tears sown in the black soil
The tender friendships: I cultivate with love
These lofty ideals: I shall never forsake
So what is money?
So when would I ever need it?
Saturday, January 26, 2008
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