Hangovers are a back-tax on fun.
To paraphrase T.S. Eliot:
'Can last night just belong to last night? '
I'm not thinking about sins and penance
or making any bound-for-failure resolutions.
I'm giving myself a mental health break.
Insightful and profound is this poem of yours. A thought provoking rendition.
Let your thinking give some peace with leisure time and enjoy the surroundings
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
No, certainly not! Particularly if some cupid had shot an arrow last night!