The alarm clock rang:
'so get up' sang
the peerless voice
in its lunar case;
Answering my blow
with hitch and beep
and a Tosca-like leap
to the floor, below
where, nicking my foot,
it beat retreat
to a dusty zone
beyond the phone,
still bleating 'ow! ' -
its expletive-
worse than any I could give.
Up, now,
sitting in bed
I rubbed my head
made so wise
to the way
Time
flies.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
tomorrow will soon be today. time is amazing