Life is the present given by a friend
The present you didn’t like
The one you couldn’t return
Because it was given to you with thought
And feelings and love
But you’re not happy with the present
And as much you wish you had just never opened the present
You can’t go back and undo what is done already
But what do you do with a present you don’t like
You just keep pretending you like it day after day
And you smile and you laugh
Even though it is killing you inside
Even though you’d just like to throw that present in the trash
But you can’t because you’d hurt your friend
And so you’re stuck with that unwanted present
You’re stuck with it until the end.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Indeed sometimes, you are just stuck with them. They have a hold of my legs, I shake them but they go nowhere.