I've got neighbors,
impatient sensitive
neighbors
who pound on the walls
with every keystroke
of this poem.
It's hard to tell
who is keeping who
up.
Maybe I could go
and get a quieter
keyboard, but
then it will be
the mouse clicks
or a random sneeze,
or a cough
that sets off the
trigger
And they'll go
thump thump
all through the night,
and I will still type
my way
to a better life.
In heaven and in
hell,
we know
we deserve
it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem