If Nothing Else To Know Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

If nothing else,
I learn to know.
With it with it wished,
To know better...
Than I do at this moment,
In time to experience it.
Is...
The living of my life.

To know what I have done.
With it did to do.
Much better,
Than anyone else who claims...
What it is I have or don't.
Not to have now and won't.
How it was done to achieve it.
Or the life I live,
To have done this facing obstacles,
Negativity, opposition and rejection.
And knowing my abilities, skills...
Limitations, illnesses and weakness.
Then to decide to have others,
Accept to believe...
My life to know to live it,
Was somehow accomplished...
Without me being involved.

Or...
Approached to have ever been asked,
If it is possible...
I may have taken a vacation,
From a life i have been blessed to live...
Close to 74 years!
And not one person,
Rushed towards me to request...
My autograph.
Not one.
Perhaps I had not been noticed,
Sunbathing on Titan.
One of Jupiter's many moons.

If there is nothing else to know,
About who it is I am...
I have been too conscious and too aware,
About who lies to deceive.
With incredible creativity.
And done to do this,
From an alternate reality.

Leaving the reality I live,
For whatever that reason may be...
Fiction free and cemented in truth.
Although...
I must admit,
Being flattered by those...
Choosing my life to fantasize their own.
Condoning my absence.
While indulging upon,
Their imagination and thoughtlessness.

Never in my wildest dreams,
Did I pray to God...
For that kind of notoriety.
Sometimes amusing.
At other times aggravated by the exaggerations.
But...
Complaining I am not,
To awaken each day...
Unable to find a pair of matched socks.
It's the little things I most appreciate.

No one yet has mentioned about that.
Or claim better than I can,
Where they were to be found!
To say and know,
What it is to be blessed and grateful!
Regardless if the pattern matches.
But the color?
Does not!