Dirty floors, blackened feet.
broken shoes from this concrete.
Another day of endless heat.
Mai pen rai
People cutting me in line,
Cannot read “cash only” sign.
Wish the language here was mine.
Mai pen rai
People think that I speak Thai.
And when I look for clothes to buy,
They say, “Too small for you – no try!”
Ohhh….mai pen rai
Streets are full, no garbage cans.
Always late, a change of plans.
Where’s someone who understands?
MAI PEN RAI!
Mosquitoes biting
Soi dogs fighting
I could keep writing…
Mai pen rai
…
...
…
But even here God’s in control,
And in His care, I place my soul.
To know His Love...my only goal.
Smile. Breathe. Trust and pray.
For at the end of every day,
He always gives me grace to say…
Mai…pen…rai.
*Please note, this poem was not meant to be negative -- more like...silly! Just thought I'd share some of the frustrations of Bangkok life. Keepin' it real. :)
miss holly, i love this poem. it's beautiful and silly at the same time. montana misses you, as do i.
ReplyDeleteSo fun, Holly. Your sincerity is such a blessing to me!
ReplyDeletehaha... takes me back to days in asia as well. =) Filipinos have a similar saying "bahala na". Enjoyed reading your poem... made me laugh, and remember to be praying for you more! =)
ReplyDeleteMiss you friend. When do you come back to the Northwest?! I so want to see you and hear stories and see pictures and such!
Great poem! I need a little of this in my life...I'm so ready for break! Jody
ReplyDeleteThat poem is so good!
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