Misunderstood


If my dying words go on misunderstood,
what will they think and say of me?
I was misunderstood in life, as well,
and now forever misunderstood, I’ll be.

Words are mischievous little foxes
and so are sentences, too.
Sometimes the foxes act differently
when watched by me instead of you.

How bad can misunderstanding be,
when the understood is not that great?
It’s so easy for us to overlook degree
when we attempt to communicate.

By degree, I am a bit too cold
and my words expand in space,
but maybe when I’m dead, or old,
my meanings will align some place.

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