Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

Young people fed that life is easy,
To live it as they please...
Come to speed bumps.
And run from them some begin to weep.
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You want my vote.
And march and protest in your behalf,
To do...
With a keeping my hopes and dreams alive.
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Changes can be painful.
To go through to be needed.
Changes come to hurt,
When the doing isn't done.
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If I had committed my efforts,
To pretend I was without doubt or fear...
All my attempts would have been,
Pretentiously and with intent...
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We are in the midst,
Of a slow moving plague.
And everyday people are showing,
Blatant signs displayed...
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I don't want to discourage you from performing,
But...
Any other year and long before today's times began,
Your interpretive dance depicting the Ten Commandments...
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Falling into slumber,
In a peaceful sleep relieved...
That steps I've taken,
Did not shaken me.
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Taking throwback stances,
From those yesterdays distanced...
And minds since then long gone,
Maybe thought of as a remedy to cure the ills...
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See it for what it is.
Since it is what it has been allowed,
To become.
And with deceptions done,
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What is it that it helps to feed,
When an overdosed ego...
Repeatedly shows but doesn't know,
On others it drips unnoticed blood to bleed?
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