Author Burton Watson Eighty years, and I've added another,a drifting traveler, leaving things up to Heaven.Who understands that a poor monk too can boast of riches—yellow leaves are his gold, the mosses his copper coins. Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments