January is here again
darkness, rain, wet and cold
work to be done
but the rush goes on
battling the sales shoppers
like in times of old
Back to the grindstone
the January drear
after Christmas cheer
and New Years celebrations
A tide of hangovers
weight-gain and revelations.
Peace on earth to all man kind
is what is said at Chrsitmastime
but in the new year
we lose that cheer
and become dismal
homosapian haters.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem