Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

I'm through with staging...
My aging.
It seems to have come,
To leave me stunned and numbed.
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What purpose do I serve...
If not to validate the presence of my existence?
Is there any other reason,
I have been blessed with life to live?
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I may appear to be layered in crust,
And trusted to mold to eventually rust.
Yet kept is a deliciousness to go untasted,
Although I know when kissed,
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People forget...
Who lifted veils from their eyes.
Opened closed doors.
And knocked old fences down,
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It's often difficult for many to face.
However...
Life experienced is about change.
With acceptance, disappointments...
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Why be around stuff that collects dust,
Just to rust!
And doing it with a pride done to strut.
Why...
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The only time people seem capable,
Of admitting a truth they seldom refuse to do...
Is when they have run out of others to use,
With a blaming to claim them to be...
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As expectations and having regrets,
Come and not from them to go...
There are some people who have shown others,
Disrespect and this done for decades...
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The unconscious,
With their shut and vacant minds...
Are not often cautious,
When making inappropriate and offensive comments...
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How many eyes will remain closed,
Or opened but refuse to see...
A creating of dilemmas with such frequency,
That an acceptance of a negligence...
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