I take two steps and fall back one.
And that’s before my day has begun.
I take two more and when that’s done
I feel like I have taken none.
That’s how my mornings usually start.
I feel like the horse that’s behind the cart.
If I can just get a cup of coffee in me
It will make a difference and eventually
I’ll become pretty sound with my feet on the floor
And I’ll make it through like I’ve done before.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem