In a room in the middle of nowhere
Alone by the light of the moon
Sat a man with little or nothing
Except for a weather balloon
He was once quite a prominent person
Until he went mental one day
When a powerful twisting tornado
Whipped his belongings away
Now he sits all alone in a cellar
And waits for his balloon to fall
And then he might just venture outside
Until then he sleeps in the hall
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem