When one is born,
Into the world unknown,
As it first appears,
Nothing at all matters.
In a change,
Goes a grace,
Or a disgrace.
When the circle of acquaintance,
Becomes a circus,
Follow we in the ring.
When neglected,
You're rejected,
When provided for,
Your independent of.
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I would like to translate this poem
Wow beautiful keep writing! ! DLG