I may impress you as cold
I may threaten your dignity
Contemplating our time as expired
Ventilation of truth desired
Wronged ones learned in the past
Of the impending conclusion
Disappointed faces we share
But I doubt my ability to care
I may frighten you as cold
I may settle your dignity
Mending broken tattered ends
Confessing the majority of sins
Misunderstand again
Trying your best to defend
Nothing in your head changes this
Not perfect, what did I miss?
I may relieve your heart cold
I may retire your dignity
Aren’t you satisfied?
Of this feeling again….
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
it is in giving that we receive... (Francis from Assisi)