I admit a workaholic am I
I don't know really why
I guess I love the work I do
Though to most this wont seem true
Using microscopes to visit an unseen world
That most have not seen let alone of heard
Its true I bring my work home
It doesn't mean that I'm sad and forlone
We spend most of our life you see
I'm so lucky to have a job which interests me
So a workaholic though I may be
But don't feel sorry because its just part of me
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You are lucky indeed. t x