Could It Be Possible Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

I hear it often said.
And listen with intent to comprehend.
Immediately my mind zeros in,
With a giving of undivided attention.
And I observe. And, I listen...carefully.
To learn that observation should not go ignored.

There is a self pride connected,
When someone begins to brag...
About doing that 'something' no one else has.
To do with a dedicated time of years to give.
And spent to do most of one's life.
Just to hear that admitted is a motivation.

And yet...
After sitting through the tour of one's ego,
Progress accomplished to be made...
Seems to be missing in proof and action.
Nowhere does it appear to be visually exhibited.
Although clearly on display to hear it said,
Is a repetition mentioned of one's past.

'I have done 'this' most of my life.
I remember the meager years.
And how the beginnings of this all started.'

~That's great.
Now...
Could it be possible,
You tease us with a hiding of your progress?
Or have you spent most of your time,
Establishing impressions to make? ~

'Good question.
Perhaps...
A little bit of both.
One without the other,
Does not make for good business.'

~Well...
Your presentation represents your priorities.
That's for sure.
The selling of your 'business' is remarkable.~

'Ladies and gentlemen,
Please join me for refreshments.
And if anyone wishes to hear,
More evidence of my struggles...
Feel free. I am here and open for discussion.'