Burning the midnight oil,
letting the light shine upon the paper
As I down another cup.
I rub my eyes tiredly,
forbidding sleep from reaching
my eyes.
I shall not succumb tonight,
for doers never sleep
and sleepers never do.
Alas, the moon has disappeared and a
new day begins again.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I really enjoyed the final line, have found myself cursing the sunrise on occasion. Excellent flow.