A Poem by Han Shan

A Chinese poet, around the eight century…

East of me, the old lady

Got rich three or four years ago.

Used to be poorer than me,

Now she laughs that I don’t have money.

She laughs that I’ve fallen  behind.

I laugh that she’s gotten ahead.

Both of us laughing, no stopping us.

East, and West.

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