Credited To Debts Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

There are some who would love,
To have others believe...
One choosing to live simply,
Lacks initiative that motivates...
Urges thirsting,
For those essentials needed...
Credited to debts.
And with a pride to possess,
Their ability to obtain excess.

Some people bite their nails,
Until their fingers bleed to believe...
Foolish is the one living basically.
When others would rather exchange,
The emptiness felt in their lives to receive...
Cocktails served on a silver platter.
And a position bestowed by those,
Selected to be among the ones in high society.
Some would kill to get invitations like this.

However...
The one who is happy and knows it best,
Seldom sits alone holding a cellphone...
Awaiting for it to buzz or ring.
Or reviews text messages saved to collect,
Hoping to discover an invitation missing.
Nor imagines the scheduling,
An empty calendar to fill the dates to have shown.
As they re-arrange a happiness known,
To have been earned to feel...
Without wanting to kill anyone to get it.

OR...
Left sitting depressed,
Over who is next to impress.
With it known the happiness they possess...
Would not be felt to realize as kept,
If the existence of it was not credited to debts.
To accept this as the only way to live.