Not Often A Gambler Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Being taught to be thoughtful,
With a respect given to anyone...
Early when one learns,
To walk, talk and touch...
Leaves a contagious effect that spreads.
With few not to benefit or it dread.

Too many with mindsets today perceive,
Those who impress and display success...
Should be shown more respect,
With a giving of others less.

And unfortunate it is we live in these times,
When people are more inclined,
With priorities to shine.
And at anytime to undermine others to do.
Caring less who it is they do this to.
Only to discover themselves left abused.

Especially when that 'someone'
Refuses to accept their excuses.

'I am so sorry.
I didn't realize until I was told,
Who you were.
And I apologize for being,
So callous, tactless, insensitive and bold.'

~And the difference of that makes,
What? ~

'You were not deserving to get my...'

~Ignorance?
Judgement done to quickly pass?
Or perhaps it was your lack,
Of a healthy identity you just don't have? ~

'Which one will you forgive? '

~Hmmm, well...
I am not often a gambler.
And those choices to select from,
Would not leave me to benefit.
Which one do you believe...
I would have better odds,
If I picked just one...
To awaken to forget the others? ~