Do you spend twenty percent of your time
acquiring your beliefs
And eighty percent of your time
in defense
Do you have blinders on
about what you conceive
In fear of the critics
pretense
Are your views narrow focused
and then watered down
As the truth disavowed
slips away
Is your memory tainted
in times left to waste
As your efforts
—retreat in dismay
(Villanova Pennsylvania: June,2019)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is a brilliant poem on dismay having touching expression with nice theme. Thanks for sharing.