Alone And Drinking Under The Moon

Amongst the flowers I
am alone with my pot of wine
drinking by myself; then lifting
my cup I asked the moon
to drink with me, its reflection
and mine in the wine cup, just
the three of us; then I sigh
for the moon cannot drink,
and my shadow goes emptily along
with me never saying a word;
with no other friends here, I can
but use these two for company;
in the time of happiness, I
too must be happy with all
around me; I sit and sing
and it is as if the moon
accompanies me; then if I
dance, it is my shadow that
dances along with me; while
still not drunk, I am glad
to make the moon and my shadow
into friends, but then when
I have drunk too much, we
all part; yet these are
friends I can always count on
these who have no emotion
whatsoever; I hope that one day
we three will meet again,
deep in the Milky Way.

by Li Po

Comments (3)

This is true n am given it to my cuz she needs it for oter ppl
i had my first child at 19, older than my mother was when she had me, yet not old enough. I love him though and I hope that people realize that not all people are the same and we are all given what we can handle
How sad that the author thought that it is wrong to bring a life into the world at a young age. My son was born when I was quite young; I was a freshman in college. However, I refuse to believe that I was wrong to have him. Not a day goes by that I don't thank God for giving him to me, and I have never regretted my decision. I hope that everyone who reads this poem realizes that EVERY child is a blessing, and age does not always affect one's ability to be a good parent.