Sitting, trapped within a space, determined not to have
any fun, only sitting, staring, checking the time upon
his watch.
Like a little boy at a symphony, expected to behave and
finding it next to impossible, constantly fidgeting in
his seat.
No problem, nothing, is wrong you say? They why are you
acting like a little boy, waiting to be scolded instead
of talking to us like the man you are?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem