Him, 
A sin, 
My life is grim.
There I have been, 
Watching him again.
I see her, 
Holding a pen.
Yes she’s wearing fur.
Him, 
Why, 
The ball hits the rim.
I would never say hi.
My life is dim.
Him.                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem