Taste Of Life Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Who are you to say to me,
I am not who I should be?
And who are you to say to me,
What my future brings and I'll receive...
As I alone walk on my path,
Confronting to remove all kinds of debris.

I sip from cups that I fill up.
Not a drip that drops do I take for granted.
I sip from cups that I fill up.
Everyday without delay,
And come what may on a regular basis.
I sip from cups that I fill up.
To get that taste of life I wish.
And not to waste away like some dismiss.

What I do with my time to identify as mine,
With a peace to keep I have found to find...
Is in no need of assistance sought to seek,
Anyone deciding to qualify its existence.
And this...
You can either accept to believe.
Or leave it to know I will still remain pleased.

'But no one can enjoy their life to live,
With a doing it alone.'

I agree.
But when I drink from my cups to fill up,
Alone I might be when I'm tasting life happily.
To know that loneliness is nowhere near when I sip.
And that makes for me the difference not too many,
Could get even if they wanted it wished.