Author Shigeyoshi Obata So, old man, you're down where the yellow waters flow. Well, I imagine you are still brewing the " Old Spring-time. " But since there's no Li Po on the Terrace of Night, To what sort of people do you sell your wine? 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