Tsuris
Without first-hand experience
We cannot comprehend
What others might be going through,
Although we can pretend
To understand the way they feel
As if we do belong
In circumstances similar;
If so, we would be wrong.
For everybody’s tsuris*
Is peculiar and unique,
Indescribable to others,
Though comparisons we seek.
We suffer in our different ways
And find our means to cope,
While some of us give up
As others cling to shreds of hope.
*Yiddish for trouble, woe or aggravation
Copyright © Ilene Bauer | Year Posted 2023
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