Sudden bursts of laughter
Childishly astute
Still these things won't matter
If your heart you keep benumbed
Sullen face expressions
Naively bemused
Still these things don't matter
If your ears keep my words wried
Still you'll be afforded the benefit of doubt
Entitled to indulgence
More than the measure you give out
If only your soul you can keep in strop
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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