With excitability and certain measure,
Calculations and nimble fingers,
You run, jump, and manuver with expertise.
A twinkle in your eyes of blue,
A brief glimpse of the inner you.
The electronic game, worked with ease,
A combination of anger and breeze.
A twist and shout, grumbles of frustration,
Then the instant of realization.
All is easy once you know,
The way to win and road to go.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem