You knew how that joke was
And you knew
what happened right after it being told
Future talks became talks
love songs became
songs
and happy hours, inevitablely, hours
And a person became numbers
numbers became a dot
a dot which stopped
struggling
The last line of that joke
not quite easily
heard
but way too loud and clear:
'' This is Adulthood ''
You knew right there and then
it was not a punch line
no
there was no punch line in that joke
And nobody laughed after that
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem