Tolerance Poem by Phil Soar

The less than tolerant nature of my feelings
has questioned my whole attitude to caring
my thoughts have left my understanding reeling
about the reasons I don't feel like sharing

There comes a time, when relatively speaking
adjusting to conditions should be fair
and yet the common answers that I'm seeking
are hanging like a noose, high in the air

I really need the time to process actions
to realise why I should feel this way
I wonder why our meetings seem so fractious
and my lack of tolerance gets in the way

So give me time to piece things all together
and please be patient while I seek the truth
and maybe, all my thoughts will tell me whether
I can treat you as I did as a youth.