We all at times have different views on things,
It really depends on where you sit,
Looking at the same subject matter,
But somehow your viewed pieces don’t seem to fit.
Your sight is where your placement is,
Just another angle of where you are,
But just turn a bit to the right or left,
And possibly see it different than first viewed by far.
No need to argue ones different view points,
Doesn’t really matter all that much,
Just as long as you’re viewing from where you sit,
If only viewed from within your heart.
By: Linda Winchell
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem