Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

I was asked,
At a time...
If I knew what I was doing?
As if my thoughts,
...

Something in their heads,
Have them programmed to believe...
They should not respect themselves.
Or expect they can and could achieve.
...

I was asked how it feels to be 61?
As if I was an exhibit.
Lost...
And finding my way back to a museum.
...

Why do I applaud them,
With enthusiasm in my standing ovation?
Did you just see that?
Their performance given...
...

I am indeed,
Not the perception...
But the belief.
...

So much has been spoken.
So much has been said...
To fall on deaf ears.
...

I tied my own shoes.
I was conscious of it.
All day I was aware...
I was not totally naked.
...

You need not for me to dangle carrots.
I am not easily teased,
To believe my eyesight will clear...
Even if I had them to juice.
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Old and out of touch.
Nothing else needs to be said...
To address their shallowness,
Collecting dust with much distrust!
...

Too many had made a case,
Too make haste much too late.
And now they scatter...
To escape from crevices hidden,
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