When we were young we saw how casually
the giants lit up the world with a yawn
and we said we want to be like that, too.
Then sad stuff kicks in and fifty years later
the giants are gone and whole world yawns
at us and our casual failures.
So many plates to spin, so very much to prove
A broken pot shrugs at the delusion, what
Is an old man in a straw hat to do
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem