Aging Hands Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

There are those,
Spoiled from birth...
Who believe they can do,
Exactly what they please...
When and to whom they choose.

They do not accept responsibility for their actions.
And accuse others for being insensitive,
When their lack of accountability...
Infringes upon those deeds they perceive,
Are discussed too direct and much too frank.

These folks,
Are fighting internal battles.
And they surround themselves with others,
They rely to protect them...
From the pain of reality.

Unfortunately,
And eventually...
They are 'forced' to be the adults,
They dress outwardly and masquerade to be!

Very few,
Walking upon this Earth...
Are going to stagnate their own growth,
Raising stunted children's minds...
Charading themselves in adult bodies,
For too long!
Knowing something about this,
Is sick and wrong!

These times are changing much too fast...
To keep a grasp onto aging hands!
Especially when the traffic,
Is moving like it is...
In all directions.