A Poor Man's Paradise (5) (A Poor Old Beggar) Poem by U Win Kyi

On Monday, I wanted to eat bread, butter and cream,
but I had to satisfy with vegetable, so green.
On Tuesday I wanted to eat chicken breast,
but I had to eat fried egg.
On Wednesday I wanted to eat beef steak,
but I had to swallow the boiled cabbage.
On Thursday I wanted to eat pork...a big cut.
but I had to munch the groundnut.
On Friday I wanted to eat mutton in spice and chilli,
but I had to chew the boiled broccoli.
Today on Saturday I want to eat fish and chips and drink beer....icy cold,
but I have to gulp down the boiled potatoes.
Tomorrow will be Sunday,
a day I always hail.
A feast of charity will be at local monastery,
where I can get some food left-over at the donor's mercy.
If I have a good luck,
and the donor is kind enough,
I can get meat...a big chunk.

Then I will pray for all souls,
who I may or may not know,
to have a warm heart with a glow,
to have mind as white as snow.

A monastery is my paradise,
before the end of my life.