Like birds in a cage we fly around,
fluttering about, and making squawking sounds.
As we go about our routine mundane tasks,
a little bit of pleasure is all that we ask.
But sometimes this cannot be,
for life is not always a pleasant melody.
So make the best of what you have my friends,
smile, be happy, for one never knows,
when ones flight is coming to an end.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem