Pushed hard (adjusting chair)
didn't feel so good anymore.
Face red, jaws clinched
breath slow waiting
for pain to ease.
Finally through dripping sweat
a smile. I think
it's time for coffee.
Rub eyes red with sweat
drink coffee,
things are better.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Cute poem. An event is composed nicely.