Through Others Eyes

I used to be horrified when I would see women at the store
Screaming at young children
With all the force of a sudden meteor impact.
I would feel sorry for the children
For having such high strung and
Uptight mothers who looked so disheveled
With frizzy, greying hair
And faces already beginning to be outlined in wrinkles.
But in my young age I never realized
Just How much the little disappointments and
Annoyances add up.
I never knew how the constant sound of screaming, whining
Children could make one so unbearably tired and
Completely worn out like an old favorite sweater-
A relic from younger days that somehow still fit.
I did not see that economics and math problems
Are not the only difficulties in any one's life.
I did not notice the injustice of working so hard and for
No recognition.

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