He thought that he had a good voice.
But he always sounded so hoarse.
He got so mad when they wouldn't let him join the church choir.
He wanted to set the building on fire.
But he knew that doing this would get him sent to jail.
And that he would surely burn in hell.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
We don't usually get what we aimed in life. We have our certain limits and qualifications. A wonderful and insightful poem. Well written with great rhyme.