You may dislike me for your own reasons,
Unknown to me as you continue to do it.
But don't feel alone.
Eventually I will find some dislikes of my own,
Customized just for you.
And with a doing from which you can easily pick.
To satisfy your childishness you insist,
I should acknowledge and give attention to recognize.
'Why would you stoop down to their level? '
When dealing with 'kids',
How else can I do that without meeting them eye to eye?
'Oh.
I thought you were talking about 'adults'.'
Many today just look that way.
But where their minds are the change remains undetected.
And I want it understood...
Where my mind is they will comprehend,
With a doing not to waste any more of their time.
'Does it work? '
I don't know if it does or not.
But when I leave them their eyes are wide open from shock.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
good rave Lawrence...............