Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

Don't you find it ironic,
That those who laughed...
At the efforts made by others,
Are today those very same people...
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It would have made a difference,
If those experienced and willing...
To volunteer their time,
To secure the cementing of foundations...
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The beauty that comes to validate,
One's life lived to do good deeds...
Is to prove one's life lived,
Has not been done selfishly.
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Selecting to depict one who has achieved,
A doing of activities produced publicly...
As a despicable 'bad' guy to dissect,
And pull apart...
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They have already murdered their futures.
With an allowing of a lack of discipline.
And the loss of self respect shown and given.
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Why is it,
That those who have chosen to avoid other people...
Are now for some reason,
Believing those very same people 'they' avoided,
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Anyone who tries to correct,
What they have already done...
Should be applauded for making the attempt.
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Cautioned has to be that one,
Who has come to rely on...
What others say they must do to get done.
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Even though tomorrow,
Will not resemble today at all...
The one thing that will remain the same,
Is my willingness to do and be my best for you.
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Creating scenerios to later forget the dialogue,
Setting, date and what took place...
Does not sit well with one who pays attention.
And hears with a fluent active listening.
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