trying
to
get up
and
out of bed
struggling
through
each morning
to
get
to
each
afternoon
to
to
get
to
each
nighttime
only
to go to sleep
once
again
and
then
wake up
and
then
do it all over
again
is
somewhat
about
the
equivalent
of
a
blind man
trying
to
thread
a #7 needle
(5-11-2016)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem