The less than tolerant nature of my feelings
has questioned my whole attitude to caring
my thoughts have left my understanding reeling
about the reasons I don't feel like sharing
There comes a time, when relatively speaking
adjusting to conditions should be fair
and yet the common answers that I'm seeking
are hanging like a noose, high in the air
I really need the time to process actions
to realise why I should feel this way
I wonder why our meetings seem so fractious
and my lack of tolerance gets in the way
So give me time to piece things all together
and please be patient while I seek the truth
and maybe, all my thoughts will tell me whether
I can treat you as I did as a youth.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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