Easy it is to forget,
The witnessing of someone else's pain.
Easy it is to forget,
Stinging comments made about another...
That comes to sit and prolongs a visit.
Easy it is to forget,
One's intention to discredit someone's deeds.
Easy it is to forget,
The sight of one falling from heights to climb...
To be seen crawling on knees.
But not so easy it is,
To forget inflicting a wickedness...
With it to be acknowledged,
By the one meeting another who purposely did it.
And then expect a forgiveness to be given.
Easy it is to forget,
A bitterness felt after a healing has been done.
And easy it is to forget...
Knowing someone who had been evil,
Needing not to be reminded of it to be mentioned...
When observing them limp away in sustained pain.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem