Looking For A Way To Say...C-Ya Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Looking For A Way To Say...C-Ya



What I have yet learned not to do,
Is to offer to anyone anything I believe...
Would bring to them a benefit.
But each time my intentions,
Become disrespected...
I am learning with each lesson,
To begin with an ending...
Of any intention I attempt.
With a leaving of my peace of mind,
More time to flaunt undaunted.

Sometimes I forget,
There are those who choose to be more selective...
As to which benefits they get.
And from 'whom' they wish,
Not to be left with the perception...
That the doing is a favor.

'Where do you live? '

Trust me...
If I told you how I lived 'where' I live,
You would immediately believe I exaggerate.

'WHERE is this? '

Free from agitation.
And away from debates,
As to how things 'use' to be...
Before people became obsessed,
With addressing their impressions to make.

'Are you looking for a roommate; a lover...
Or both? '

That's a good question.
But right now I am looking for a way to say...
C-ya.

'I think you said it.'

Then why are you still here?

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