I have toiled enough
I am done for the day
I would have loved
To rest but for
My yelling entrails.
I am sitting
Before a dashboard
I can see many
Red lights than green ones
It seems I have spent
All of my goodluck
Perhaps I will exercise my freewill
Turn to my wife to borrow hers
Fix it with Wings
And let me fly again.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
all of my goodluck, good writing, thanks.