i feel vine-like wrapping
my fingers holding tighter
am trying to let go quick
nerve endings twitching
with pulsating pain, I endure
too much fatigue, working
warm oil slowly overpowering
this malady, refuse to surrender
keep fighting until all is gone
I know tomorrow will ease to none
and I keep doing what I am doing
hoping it will be done by weekend
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Sounds like an unpleasant job to say the least. Oh the things we'll do to pay the bills. Hang in there buddy