I listen to the gurgle of my coffee maker,
knowing that my morning will soon end.
Daylight is temptation to stop sleeping.
Night and day soon begin to blend.
Time is the fiend that must be conquered,
Loneliness beckons me to stall.
A woman such as you would never answer.
If liquor gave me courage to make the call.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem