Fruits of Labour
Fruits of Labour
Sometimes I dream
Of where I’d like to be:
Far away from nitty-gritty chores,
Enjoying the fruits of my labour.
Happy and nonchalant,
Swaying in my hammock,
Sun tanning, and feeling the ocean breeze
Gently sweeping over me.
On a shore of golden sand
On a South Pacific island,
“Que ce soit ma maison”
(and let this be my home),
My island paradisium,
Distanced from criticism
On the beaches of Tahiti1
With a tiare2 behind my ear.
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Notes:
1 “Tahiti” (Rising Sun) is the largest island in French Polynesia, and its capital is Papeete.
2 The “Tiare” is Tahiti’s national flower. A tiare behind the right ear signals single and available, while a tiare behind the left ear indicates married or dating.
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