The boy who stole gold from the Buddha
Seven years old,
I scraped a tiny golden leaf
from the Buddha at the temple
hid it in my pocket,
in a treasure box
beside a sapphire and an opal
back in the house I couldn’t resist
showing my father
the next day we returned
to Wat Pho
my father took me back
to the abbot
he only smiled
I scraped a tiny golden leaf
from the Buddha at the temple
hid it in my pocket,
in a treasure box
beside a sapphire and an opal
back in the house I couldn’t resist
showing my father
the next day we returned
to Wat Pho
my father took me back
to the abbot
he only smiled