Treasure Island

Lawrence S. Pertillar

(February/'47 / Connecticut, USA)

Downsized and Seeking


I was once told,
I could be a bank president....
If I chose to be and wanted.
Instead of having my hands in toilet bowls.
And cleaning urinals until they gleamed,

Doing this for a company I ran and controlled.
But the one who expressed this,
Was into image.
And I was into,
A self determining ownership I myself held,
To hold.

And today,
Many banks are closed.
With many of those who presided as president,
Having been downsized and seeking a place,
Where there could be found reasonable rent.
And hopefully in a neighborhood,
That accepts embarrassments not easily convinced.

Submitted: Monday, September 06, 2010

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