i'm watching naughty sea
knocking on ship's hull
couldn't understand what for
was it she wants me to go
take care of myself or so
but my job first then me too
quiet times passed me by
i have my food delivered
eat in the corner by the sea
drink bottled water and sigh
good to be home resting
but somebody has to do it
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem