It is not fair
that I am beautiful
that I am rich
that I am clever
that I am lucky
that I am loved
that I am healthy
that I have a warm house in winter, nice food to eat every day, that my garden blooms with flowers and is full of birdsong.
It is not fair.
What did I do to deserve this?
I just got born...at the right place, at the right time, to the right parents, and luck attended me every step of the way.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem