celestial orchestration worked out
all to satisfaction: Monday the
monster machine ate my credit card,
Friday I received a new one
just in time to pay the physiotherapist
who sent an invoice by SMS claiming damages
for the few precious moments
I was allowed to experience the bliss
of his youthful enthusiasm
for fixing aching patients
Now I am to pay for every sparkle
in his innocent blue eyes, ah, the
fate of life - every little service
comes at a pre-set price, but
I am not complaining,
sitting on the very expensive pillow
I bought from His gracious Lordship
I have indeed less backache
than before, therefore
let me go and defray the cost
that led to greater ease
in my quiet and sedentary life
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
is this a prose or a poem....seems u have narrated some incident u came across