You act as if,
You are not sensitive at all
To the 'needs' of others
'What?
What are you talking about?
When I was down on mine,
It took everything I had to get up off them.
I struggled for years too.
And when I eventually stood on my own two feet,
I vowed I would never allow myself...
To get in that position,
Ever again.
Not if I can help it.
People ignored me.
As if I did not exist.
As if they had no feeling towards me at all.
I've learned many lessons since then.
NEEDS!
Not KNEES.
'No
My knees are not knocked.
But I remember as a kid,
I use to be pigeon toed.
But I can say
Today?
I am not sensitive to that at all.
I've learned that the 'knees' of others,
Are not my business
Why would you bring something like that up? '
Forget it
'Forgotten.'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem