Remaining At The Dock Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Remaining At The Dock



You may have made claims,
To be the founder to find...
Something done to prove,
The validity of your interests.

But you have yet to discover,
A way to leave your ego in check.
And away from those,
More experienced with certified interests.
To assist in keeping your boat afloat,
Through climate changes and turbulent terrain.

Although quick you were,
To put your name on that boat.
Without trusting a more knowledgeable crew.
And while inside of it you began to interview,
Only the ones who flattered and agreed with you.
To find they knew less what you set out to prove.

There atop of an empty boat you pace.
Splendidly dressed with impressions to make.
Alone remaining to gloat on a boat,
Rusting away as your ego stays intact.
With thoughts kept to believe,
Others convinced they have 'not' been deceived...
Of claims as a founder will in due time,
Keeps holes from being noticed on a rusting boat...
Sinking although the premise of it,
Will be remembered for what it could but did not achieve.

'It is best to know who has the experience 'first',
To establish relationships to obtain and maintain...
A success that is wished and encouraged.
Than to pretend an interest without it acknowledged,
Of being incompetent to administrate a direction...
With a concept to test,
Amongst those not sure themselves what comes next.
But securing the trust of the ones who know best,
How to roll up their sleeves 'before' displaying egos.'

You may have made claims,
To be the founder to find...
Something done to prove,
The validity of your interests.

However...
As the Sun sets from a bright and promising dawn,
Those with questions to ask to wonder...
With time that has gone on to prolong,
Just 'whose' interests would have been better served...
If those interests were first shared with others,
To flourish and nourish keeping them encouraged...
Less excess would have been spent...so it seems,
On impressions made by sinking to fade away ego...
Living to scheme dreams,
Seen pacing back and forth.
With a top that has flipped nonstop!

Saturday, March 21, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: reality
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