Poem about vacation

Finally.

Deserved vacation.

Ten days of nothing.

No watch, no phone,

no emails, no anything.

When you feel sleepy, you lie down.

When you don't feel like sleeping, you get up.

For a long time I imagined those ten days,

more precisely, dreamed and planned.

Boom!

The reality is different.

My baby's cry wakes me up.

The clock again.

It's time for snack.

It's time for sleep.

It's time for lunch.

I didn't rest today.

The fifth day, the same story.

End of vacation.

I look at the clock more than when I'm not on vacation.

What kind of vacation is this?

Is this a vacation?

Yes, my baby rests.

He enjoys every moment.

Maybe that's how it should be, I don't know.

I just know that from this vacation,

I need a rest.

Yes, I need a break.

Author: Musician

Thanks a lot for reading.

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