I see we have a critic amongst us
who dares not write a word.
Reminds me of the baseball fan
who's never once picked up a bat,
but criticizes and despises the Yankees
because she lost money on that last bet.
A Scrooge of scrutiny
who chooses
to leave herself invulnerable
while belittling
those that dare to indulge
in openness,
knowing that a masterpiece
in their minds
could be trash
in the eyes of another.
I suppose Miss Sarah Beth
is scared to death (pun intended!)
of gambling with her own
insecurities.
A bit too timid to
tempt it, eh?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Well done Amanda Way to stand up. Represented well Thank you: O)