Author Peter H. Lee Frost falls on my clothes: I am not cold.Drop anchor, drop anchor!Don't complain that the boat is narrow; compare it instead to the floating world.Chigukch'ong chigukch'ong osawa.We'll live this way tomorrow and ever. 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