If I want my neighbor to project
And reflect a wholesomesness,
Why do I continue to tolerate
Such a stench in my own backyard?
My whining becomes more and more absurd!
Holding onto spoiled attitudes that self service,
Undeserved.
Or without hint that I will discard by listening...
To criticisms about me I've heard!
My views are right,
And I protect them fighting.
I'm not accustomed to insightful biting words!
I've been encouraged to see the misdeeds of others...
And ignore those of my own I've incurred!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Sounds like my neigborhood, my backyard... Love it! And totally agree! Reards, Theo