Who are you to judge having never walked in my shoes?
To see it in your narrowed eyes and the words you choose
There are many things that I have in my anguish hidden
Whilst you stand there in front of me with no charity given
To look back through the years with regret in my soul revealed
The last word is to be treated as one with all in my heart healed.
© Paul Warren Poetry
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