I worked in a dull place
selling people dreams
but the worst thing was
they weren't dreams
i drew about £200 a week on Friday
and that was mostly gone
by Saturday
I was behind with the rent
I was behind with everything
I didn't like it much
but still i kept going
I spent a lot of time on my own
and the time I spent with others
I wished i was on my own
and vice versa
and so it went on
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
That is the life for many in the world!