Monday morning, and the weekend is
Over, it's back to the grindstone again;
No one is happy, they feel in the
Death-zone, moaning in sorrow and pain;
And I too remember, as if it were
Yesterday, that oh so familiar refrain.
(Written Feb 2014)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Terrific poem well done