An interest in others quickly displayed,
Can easily become distorted...
When those on the receiving end,
Perceive one's interest is only given...
To receive from them something to get.
Something misinterpreted one gets to benefit.
As if one's time to give benefits to have wasted.
And one with an interest in others displayed,
Awakens to realize what others have to say.
To take interest away,
From negative interpretations.
Chosen by the ones allowing this to them done.
With it unknown,
There will always be others one finds...
More receptive.
Without disrespect to betray themselves.
Or unaccustomed like some to repeated visits,
With mental paralysis self inflicted.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Isn't that the truth thanks, Lawrence.. iip