Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

Statistics to keep,
Are no more reliable to collect...
Than the ever changing,
New England weather.
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These days we live to see,
Many minds scattered.
In tied 'forget-me-knots'.
Dropping to splatter and shatter,
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I have got a 'thing'
For trust.
And loyalty.
I've got this 'thing',
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People want to keep their lives to live,
Grounded and stable.
Whether or not those shocks that shift,
Have long been made.
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Stung and it shows...
Those joke provokers.
Heads bowed.
Those joke provokers.
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More naysayers of those yesterdays gone,
Are heard to be sighing about what's going on.
And doing it with wishes,
That the ones they were taught to disrespect...
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It's not the keys to a free Cadillac.
Or an expensive wardrobe presented,
To one stunned to realize...
They have been treated with gifts,
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Who are they,
Who don't pay street dues.
To then claim they remember,
What someone else...
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The road is getting bumpy.
And I feel it on my back.
Bent over shoulders ache,
From all the pain that attacks.
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Fear has its way,
Of replacing the chase...
To maintain, gain and obtain,
Those frivolous and expensive escapades.
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