I am like the honey bee at the bay window
Focused on the beautiful, yellow chrysanthemums in terracotta houses
Beyond my reach, inside on the sill, basking in sunlight.
I buzz, buzz away then return
But even though the garden outside,
Available to me is full of the same fantastic buds
The most spectacular, the ones I require, are those beyond my reach.
So becoming more frustrated with each flap of my wings
I keep bouncing myself against that pane
Peeved that what I madly require is beyond my gain.
What a shame, I can't just stop... look around me,
Appreciate the gorgeous blooms around me,
Take in all the goodness, the positives
For there are many in my short life
Enjoy what I can have and can do,
Rather than regret what I haven't got and can't do.
Stop banging my head against that pane of glass!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem