For a book there is a page
Yes, in looks, she's so pretty,
But rate beauty by its age,
Would she still look pretty
when she's wrinkled or in fifty...
Would she return to you in an open cage
Would her styles and smiles still be sweet
When lifes plier plucks off her teeth...
Fly my dear, I rate excellence by its end,
So continue to rise till the end....
I will wait for you, I will never bend.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Bird in an open cage-well penned.