Treasure Island

Lawrence S. Pertillar

(February/'47 / Connecticut, USA)

Relied Upon For Their Honesty


Most playmates from my childhood,
Have long been gone to move on...
To other experiences beyond this life.
And I wonder sometimes,
If I am remembered with the same curiosity...
As they are as their memories stay with me.

A difference intended to make and made,
Seems more relevant, meaningful and with a purpose...
When those known and trusted delivered sincerity.
And could be relied upon for their honesty.
Today?
So many who fake will never know what truth is.

Submitted: Monday, June 17, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, June 18, 2013

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