I haven't done one thing to them,
To be treated in this manner.
'Perhaps it wasn't that one thing you did.
Maybe it was an accumulation,
Of many things you did that were previously done.'
I hadn't thought of it that way.
'How many times had you been forgiven? '
That doesn't matter.
They know me.
'Well...
Perhaps your disrespect,
And negligence for years detected...
Says it all.'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem