My work flies in the air.
As do my hobbies,
And family affairs.
I have a minute to make-up work,
A second to write and draw,
Less than that to feed my cat!
I try to juggle it all...
But it falls to the ground.
Now I'm a sad clown.
-SOH
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem