Poise Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

I have yet to have met anyone,
Who has accepted rejection...
To do and then reflect poise.
No one I knew that had been divorced,
Said to me they married with that expected.
Or offered to make someone a sandwich,
While sipping a cup of tea...
As they discussed without cussing,
How someone has blatantly...
Threw them under the bus!

Or someone who calmly sat when told,
Their mate, lover or best friend...
Had done something left to keep private,
What no one else should know.
But yet everyone in the neighborhood,
Already knew...
Who and when had been coming in and out,
Of their front and back doors...
Either half dressed or naked.
And they sat to listen to this with a smile.

That kind of poise would annoy,
Anyone who had gone through similar experiences...
To have been handcuffed, arrested or imprisioned,
After leaving someone beaten or worse.
And lots of noise to disturb anyone within listening distance.
People who sit and appear to be poised when livid,
Should not be left alone to believe they condone...
Being mistreated and every bit of it they enjoy!
Somebody unexpecting is in for a big surprise.