Abrasions.

Copyright ©2000 by Richard J. Sereday Jr.
All rights reserved

At times in our imperfect world, 
my imperfect words fail to reach perfection,
before falling upon the ears of your heart.   

This too I know, so I try and I try, 
and I battle this battle,
to save your heart and mine, 
from the pain of these abrasions.

The battles are won or lost one by one, 
but the war is never ending,
so bend we must, each of us, 
one toward the other in kind, 
and learn to accept our differences 
one by one or 
never in the middle shall we meet
eye to eye, heart to heart.