Nothing to write or to say
No thought or action on the way
I have an effect very deep
Which forces me to fall asleep
Though dreaming, I don’t believe
Dreams, I get
They only can relieve;
An apparent fret
And I am aware of coming life
Longer days with harder life
Harsher facts and bitter grind
And hankering thoughts on the mind
A man like me bears it all
And still enjoys the grinding world
There is in me an inside call
That always gets heard
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem