That Should Take You Half Way Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

When I needed a helping hand...
You chose with yours
To look away.
When you saw my feet
Begin to submerge in defeat,
I saw a grin on your face displayed.
When you heard my begs to eat...
And share your shelter from the storms,
On my back they would beat.
You closed and locked your doors!
And now you want to cry your tears,
In my limousine?
Well...
I am not going that way today.
But here are some tissues...
That should take you half way!
I have appointments to make.
I like to be ontime...
And on point with my mind!
And pride myself on not being late.
I give to you my best wishes.
And even 'that' you could not give to me,
Off your plate!
When you ate...
Well!
Remember?
These cheeks do not turn the other way.
When one gets slapped...
Both sides feel the pain!