In anger one spits,
And then from regret, pleases.
In tension, one hurts,
And then from guilt, pats.
Bear with them
As their acts were impulsive.
Else you will wind up
Without kin and without friends.
31.12.2008
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
this is so true, impulses are annoying.