'On Growth' by Yuan Yang

[@lafamiliaverde]

poem transcription: On Growth "When you're fifty Go Wherever you like The Chinese will be as rich as the Americans and I'll be on my pension, or debt" He said. I thanked him for the advice and left his office I thought of how my children maybe your children will be born without that striving sense that life is better elsewhere in the west I only want to go where you can grow, too All I want is a city you’d be old with me in All I need is a bed Imagine what humans would’ve done if the shade didn’t draw us back daily Imagine what lack of love would be left When I’m fifty I’ll have loved you for half of my life My baby cousins will be getting married And their mothers won’t worry about the in-laws’ salaries We’ll all be as rich as the Americans And that’s the end of that, I hope We’ll be as full as the monk who puts his mouth to the stream that flows ceaselessly We’ll be as complete as his closing his lips, licking the droplets, and taking his leave May I grow to slake Every thirst I possess Except for you May life come as easily to our children As water to the lips May they know when to dip their heads, And when to lift Source: 'On Growth' by Yuan Yang - KZbin

[@vindolanda6974]

Charming. I thought it was a black board behind her at first, Hong Kong can be so gloomy at times!

[@danseligson859]

Not your usual journalist.