So Hard It Is Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

So hard it is,
Just to pick one brick...
To be thrown to hit,
A designated target.
With it felt much differently,
By one making attempts to dodge it.
Either they do or don't.
But some do run into brick walls,
Purposely.

So hard it is,
To witness a head that is so thick...
That when someone falls upon cement,
Invented and intended...
For something else meant.
But convincing someone of 'that' intention,
Is not comprehended...
When repeatedly mentioned,
To refuse and ignore any attention to give it.

And we all...
From time to time choose not to listen.
With a living to do what it is we wish.
And we all...
Continue to insist good advice to us given,
Ultimately has no immediate benefit.

So hard it is to convince,
An experience obtained develops common sense.
And once one's head gets hit with a brick,
The message of it sent was not an accident.

And we all...
From time to time choose not to listen.
With a living to do what it is we wish.
And we all...
Continue to insist good advice to us given,
Ultimately has no immediate benefit.

So hard it is,
Just to pick one brick...
To be thrown to hit,
A designated target.
With it felt much differently,
By one making attempts to dodge it.
Either they do or don't.
But some do run into brick walls,
Purposely.
To do it again without learning a thing.