he is tapping,
and he is tapping,
and I
to the other side
I am falling down,
not yet time
for getting up
I must not
and I don't want
and somebody must
or he wants,
and he is tapping because
they are paying him
for it or not
but I have my plans
I am noting give
him a chance
I want to sleep
at least an alarm clock,
is doing bibiiip
he is tapping,
and he is tapping,
and I
to the other side
I am coming up
to the door
I am looking
into the peephole
o no, o no,
it`s Paul! ! !
my husband from the travel
which the time for me dragged
on behind
quickly I am opening the door
gladly, because it exceptional
of man kind
he is patient and forgiving
and he has with me... sweet living
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Has a very honest tone to it.