O, how I wish I could retire
And throw this desk in a field!
How I wish my work would expire
But my future seems tightly sealed
In a trap with no escape
With only drudgery in store,
How I wish I could leave them all agape
And walk right out that door
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is beautifully presented. Being a retired man myself, I can understand this line of thinking very well. Thanks, Paul.