On The Wings Of Pettiness Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

I am grateful not to ride,
On the wings of pettiness.
With those who live as isolationists.

This experience of life given,
Is a tremendous gift.
One should explore unlimited.

I am often reminded of my human-ness.
By others who live their lives in restrictions.
And I understand that point of view too well.
Before a self examination...
Removed my grip on delusions I depicted.
Without hesitating to throw a balled fist I held!