Lawrence S. Pertillar
Too foolish I think I would be,
To keep remembered youthful events...
That once an immaturity kept me incensed,
Revisit to reminisce on a daily basis.
Or bother with those with intent to relive them.
Even though in some environments,
Tolerating children who never become adults...
Often result in repeated confrontations.
To appease the ones who refuse to believe,
Growing up to leave behind the past to forgive...
Is just a small part of a life experienced to live,
That a majority of grown folks are expected to do.
Although very few communicate with this in perspective.
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