Lawrence S. Pertillar (February/'47 / Connecticut, USA)
The missing of common sense,
Has proven to have gone unnoticed.
And as we live these days...
One only has to sit quietly to listen for it.
To determine if there are any signs,
Or attempts being made to express intelligence.
Is anyone daring enough to make conversation?
With sentences connected.
And another awaiting to respond effectively?
Less of this is done publicly.
None of it seems to be in the air to clear anymore.
As more nonsense appears to be shared.
Maybe expectations are raised too high.
Maybe sanity is just too precious of a gift,
For those who recognize this and prefer to sit...
With their mouths and lips tightly pressed,
As if cemented to realize with eyes opened wide...
That any sense attempted to make can be life threatening.
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