Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

The taste of a life one dreams to come,
Has to go through a series of experiences.
And that wish may encounter obstacles to delay.
Since a requirement to peel away many layers,
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I am passionate.
Compassionate.
And seldom neither.
But often both.
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I am aging and I know this,
With a doing to show.
My tolerance level,
Has lowered tremendously.
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Has an epidemic gone unadmitted,
To become inflicted to permit and not resisted?

Immensely influenced I had been for many years.
With a belief my love and appreciation for others,
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There are those who do bring gifts to others,
With the material and the physicalness of this...
To the receiver who gets to go unseen.
And the frequency of the gifts one accepts,
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So many use excuses,
As a way to dupe truth.
A way to dupe truth.
A way to 'dupe' truth.
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Those who face facts,
Do not find it difficult...
To make new tracks,
On paths not to look back...
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Where have you come from?
To have gained such confidence?
And with a pride you stride,
With an identity to mesmerize?
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With a stopping to express a concern,
Is the only way...
People who take the giving of sincerity,
For granted and gone unrecognized...
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Innocently skipping along,
In a quiet neighborhood...
Munching on 'Skittles'.
To then be approached,
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