Life is over before it's begun,
You're an unborn lamb bound for slaughter,
Through no fault of your own, you can't carry on,
You're a fish born out of the water.
A mis-timed egg hatched in snow and in frost,
An eagle born blind, eternally lost.
A horse born lame, denied any grace,
For legs that are broken, gather no pace.
Despite being determined to fight and survive,
You cannot deny what's at hand,
Through no fault of your own, you've been given no chance,
You're a fish that's been born on the land.
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I would like to translate this poem
A fish out of water, a fillet in my pan, a bird in the bush, instead of two in my hand. I whisper I love you, as you walk away from me... and all I get back, is C'est la vie. -see Amy, your words inspire! Great Write! ; -) -Kelly.