I recall my memories,
Some scars still remain there.
How many things we fail to shield,
Because we do not care.
Other lips when they utter,
Words of anger or of spite.
Other eyes when they would,
Betray deceit however slight.
Other ears when they would listen,
To the slander of a friend.
We should always be on our guard,
Like a sentinel to the end.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Constantly talking to ourselves we are always resentful of those who used words against us. They are remembered as perpetrators who will never be tolerated. Sick individuals full of their own disgust. Your poem makes us aware of what we hear and suffer.
thank you Jane. A comment from your good self is always food for thought. I respect and cherish them. Thank you again Jane.