Wrongs to admit committed,
Many find difficult to do.
Yet...
Will search through a flea market,
Wasting their time to bargain...
For something already cheap.
Arguing over a price to pay.
Until they get their way.
To feel better about that.
With an ease to deceive and leave.
Without hint of guilt or remorse.
Like a wrong to commit and admit it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem