I hope one day
it happens to you.
It happened to me
and I've done it.
Everything comes around again,
a never ending circle,
giving and taking
to each in their turn.
But for now it seems
like I've been giving
and trying to no avail,
while you sit back
and just receive.
I hope you recognize
exactly what you've done
and continue to do
to those who care,
to those who try for you.
I want you to understand,
to fully understand
the situation you've created.
The situation we all
are now forced to deal with.
And at the exact same time
I hope you are happy,
because every time you see me,
I will be the reminder
of what you did.
I am your living testimony
to the fact that
you are a piece of (*&^.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I HEAR YOU ON THIS ONE! ! ! ! I can feel you venting your anger in this poem. Good going and, you're right...what goes 'round, comes 'round. Hang in there. Sheila