Nothing interesting to do today
It's just the same old nine - to - five routine.
Get in a car or catch the bus or train
Off to work again; clutching broken dreams.
Then some hours later, it's back home for tea;
Watch T.V and then we retire to bed.
Not much of a life I think you'll agree.
I wonder if we'd be better off dead.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem