Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

Hardworkers,
Not crooks.
Were those I knew,
Who raise early my beliefs.
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I can no longer camouflage my aches and pains.
Or hide them behind grimaces...
Through smiles to mask.
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There is no time in the year,
That cheer and joy...
With bells heard ringing.
Brings a smile so wide it appears...
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They are doing their best,
To ensure everything he does fails.
And when and 'if' that should happen,
They then try to prevail...
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When Christmas comes,
It is the time I most like.
Holidays approach,
And I'm excited.
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I make mistakes and need to be challenged.
But few are champions I seek to feed my thoughts,
Wishing to become ambitioned by their left impressions.
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So many moaning thrown under the bus.
And overdosed by phonies...
Now busted of trust.
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I thought I had taken much of my life,
For granted.
With a mind God has blessed.
And a family I think is the best.
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What amazes is the feeding of the greed.
And the heat from the people raging,
That a payback is not needed.
Some say...
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Every effort has been taken,
To prevent their own progress.
And successful they have been.
Mentally and physically speaking.
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