A bird in a cage - full of rage.
He can't fly - maybe he'll die.
Jumps here to there - he wouldn't dare.
Confined in space - there is no grace.
He wants out - to fly about.
Freedom he wishes - life could be delicious.
He can't help but dream - a flower, a tree, a stream.
Oh how good life would be - if only I were free.
I didn't see that open door - could life offer even more?
Now afraid to venture out - door may close, I may pout.
I will settle here - try my best, supress my fear.
For I can see - no chance for me.
So I live a lie - while I smile and cry
An eagle with clipped wings - having no special songs to sing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Sounds like a takeoff on Maya Angelo's I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings. Interesting treatment but why the double spacing? Adeline