The Monk from Dalat
The monk, he dreams of travel plans
Around the world some day.
This plan to do, much cash he'll need
If his way he is to pay.
To art he turns, a profit to make
Thinking "come what may".
But soon he'll see many tourists come
Reputation leads the way.
His paintings sell, and poems too
As slowly he turns grey.
But soon will be his time to go
To finally go away.
Hayden Andrews
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