Dusk Until Dawn Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

These days it takes to have,
Consideration for others.
As if a habit needing a fix,
To give and exchange...
More of this and wished to get.

This for some may come difficult to do.
And true has become a lifestyle,
No one knew...
Would stay to remain,
Not to expect their choices to choose...
Also would have them limited too!

What was done to do yesterday,
Seems within a bat of an eye...
Gone to disappear.
Without a clue or a hint,
The doing of it would be permanent.
Leaving not a trace as to where it went.

Oh.
The woe bestowed to sober up minds.
Quick!

It pays these times we live,
To be considerate of others.
And not a necessity to know,
Who has been lowered...
From high or imagined pedestals.
Everyone is in need,
Of more positive words to hear.

Instead of the blues,
Groaned to moan on.
From dusk until dawn.
About what has gone.
Then to hum it done from sunrise.
Prolonged.
Awaiting for the Sun to set.