Fly fable

I wrote a poem,
 Believe it or not,
 About a fly sitting in a jam,
 In the Prime of life, in the year of trouble.
 
 And here it is, my dear,
 Dropping honor, losing strength
 And all earthly cursing,
 She cried out for help:
 
 & quot; It's sweet, sticky, don't take off,
 I wanted to have success!
 Why am I dying here today,
 Can friends not save"?
 
 What about your friends? They would be happy,
 Yes only seeing this embarrassment,
 Fly away from joy,
 Afraid of her deadly bonds:
 
 & quot; will Tighten into a sticky Slastin,
 We can't survive in this environment,
 We won't save her and we'll perish,
 On the fear of the family, on the evil of fate"!
 
 And so, they are circling around,
 Showing a friendly attitude,
 And fly so it is time to die,
 Why would she want such a friendship?
 
 That's how we often think of friendship
 And maybe when you're not,
 Our fly will suddenly appear to us,
 So let's not let her drown!