Gold and silver glitter in my dairy
organise my life in shining lines,
Portuguese for the Prosecution,
French for the Congo,
Afrikaans for the President,
Urdu and Mandarin
This is FUN, arranging, organizing,
seeing glitter gather, voices
stipulating choices, freelancers
submitting invoices, a library
book or two already overdue
Selling my theories to disbelieving
colleagues; life a-shine in lovely
hues, demarcation inclined by
all the deadlines as goalposts
to pursue, new meaning infused
Inspiring me to laugh in
happiness, swim on through
this sea of chores a brimming…
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I would like to translate this poem
All that glitters is not gold sometimes. IT'S a cold metal