Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

Too many are dishonest.
And living amongst themselves with it.
With a doing of this playfully,
And encouraged to remain children unfit.
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It may not be real,
But as long as it appeals...
And increases someone's bottomline?
Who really cares?
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Adjusting their perceptions,
Has to be difficult to do...
For those limited in life experiences.
Especially if they are accustomed,
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Not at all am I impressed,
By those focused upon one vision interpreted...
As the only version of success.
To obtain a degree or certificate that expresses,
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I may come to feel it but never come to say,
How others feel about what I do...
They have a choice to accept or refuse,
If they choose.
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To suit and to pursue in seconds...
A life of contentment.
And one you can depend,
A life of contentment.
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People are quick to express their wrongdoings,
As if shocked those most affected...
Are upset because those 'wrongdoings',
Had been purposely directed to sacred beliefs...
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I remember a time,
When being honest with integrity...
Actually made a difference.
People had respect for those,
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At THIS hour of the day.
And with time allowed,
Over the years to slip away.
Someone sits not to forget or forgive,
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Some seek a pot of gold,
At the end of a rainbow...
But,
Unrealistic are these wishes to predict.
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