Lawrence S. Pertillar
That's Ridiculous - Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
It's quite simple.
And as plain as listening to an excuse.
No time is awaiting,
For people to make delayed decisions.
To have bouts with doubts in minds confused.
When time is given to anyone and it comes,
That's when decisions to enact should be made.
'There are those who disagree with you.'
They can chose to do it,
Until polluted oceans return back to the color blue.
But when time comes to go...
Decisions that should have been made,
No more time is given.
The giving of it is refused.
Tell that to those sitting in prisons.
Tell that to grieving parents and relatives visiting,
Manicured cemeteries wishing things were different.
You tell how ridiculous it is to those still with children.
Children of all ages lacking discipline, dignity...
Or any kind of respect.
You tell that to anyone seeking to impress.
But their backs are hunched over by a reality carried...
By a using their time to find reasons to get in deep debt.
'What are you saying? '
Time has left them acquiring regrets.
With it being too late,
For their regrets to be expressed.
If any of this 'is' ridiculous,
Give me all the money you have left...
And I will take it with 'your' time and go place a bet.
And IF you do this?
I will not be the one found ridiculous.
THAT's what I'm saying.
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