When I had given my emotional key to my boss,
And the work, they always liked to play pranks,
With my heart, I couldn’t sleep at night,
And then I retrieved the keys from these fools,
Of not easily satiating impulse and profit,
At the expense of human with flimsy hearts,
When return from work, I am not weaker anymore,
But wiser to live my relaxing time happier,
My emotional key doesn’t have to do,
Anything with my work, that pays for the days,
My life is too long and I have to be strong,
I maintain this key with no more bangs.
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I would like to translate this poem
good one, feeling of every one, thanks.