I wrote this a while ago, but I still think it one of my best poems
Presumptions
I do not presume to know the way life works,
Why people die and why people live.
I do not presume to understand love,
How it is created and how it is destroyed,
The depths to which it goes,
the distances it can travel.
I will not attempt to explain the emotions we feel.
Nor do I presume to know the emotions others are experiencing,
Or the reason they are experiencing them.
I presume to know only what I feel,
What I see,
What I hear,
Hoping that I have interpreted these correctly.
What do you think?