There will always be those,
Finding others to accuse...
For their lives lived in fear of competence.
And taking perceived negative comments,
Made to them that offend...
To those empathetic with listening ears,
In the hope that their lack of confidence...
Is protected to defend.
'You know how they are.
For years they have used the same antics.'
~And for years those antics accepted and liked,
Has prevented any progress to be made.~
'Well...
At least they and the others,
Have stayed to remain down to Earth.'
~Okay. I agree.
But for what it's worth,
Enough tears cried on Earth...
Changes that dirt into mud.~
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem