Monday, March 17, 2008

waka of budouadana: tens

His heavy burden,
A harvest of ten long poles,
More than he can heft
While seeing his way forward,
Wears him down with hard struggle.
The happy parents
View the family reunion
Amid such bounty,
Places set for each of ten
As all return home in joy.
Playing the martyr?
Or could he be the victim?
Ten blades in his back,
To prove he’s been betrayed,
With knives as dear as jewels.
With ten golden coins
The market thrives, making rich
The charmed investor,
Who permits no change at all,
Fearing he would be undone.

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