Too tired to sparkle, too tired to get up
and go anywhere, just made a detour
this morning on my way back to bed
by briefly stopping at work, as a heavy
hammer pounded in my head and my
neck was growing weak, eyes swollen
to slits; simply said hello - goodbye in
the same breath and returned home
where I soaked my headache in a bath,
then got back into bed, kids safely in
school, wish I could drink a wonder pill
and get up all energetic and tackle the
world with the enthusiasm I love, I have
found ALL the documents required by
the auditors - I’m a star government
official, and here I’m stuck in bed,
‘tis not fair!
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I would like to translate this poem
very nice piece...looks like this is about conscience..don't worry remember, the mind is more efficient in bed..