Younger Still

Why do you hate
More yet, despise
That he could love
Or empathize
With one so crass
One so far
From what you want
And what you are
Or is it you?
Your cause for ire
That in your heart
There is desire
To learn to rest
Learn to breathe
Remove the barbs
To be free
To fall and stand
Back up again
To know the need
For gentle hands
I do no know
But wish I did
For peace I’d bring
And hate be rid
But always has
And will be
One like you
And one like me.