Those moments that cause us anger and pain
Are just gaps formed in-between.
Of the things we didn’t really understand
Possibly heard incorrectly or maybe wrongly seen.
This form of our own prides ignorance seep
Causes wars and most family and friend disputes.
Sad to think it’s over the gaps formed
That in our lives we dig so deep.
Filling them isn’t really that hard to do
Just take time to listen and maybe learn.
What it was you may have misunderstood
In the muck of anger that you've seemed to churn.
By: Linda Winchell
Copyright: 2009
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem