If one has been given a gift to 'see',
With a wish to deliver...
That vision coming to one with insight,
To another but that other argues...
And refuses to listen to comprehend,
Then...
The best thing one who 'sees' can do,
Is to observe without displaying an attitude.
'Can you believe what had happened to me? '
~No!
What happened? ~
'You're not paying me any attention.
Are you listening? '
~Sometimes I do.
Sometimes I don't.
Does any of this sound familiar? ~
'That's not funny.'
~Who's laughing?
I could but I choose not to.~
'You 'think' you know everything, don't you? '
~Only when I 'think' it is convenient.
But today?
I've stopped seeing as well.~
'You've got jokes, huh? '
~Apparently none you find funny.~
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem