That Which Is Outside And About Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

I don't have to wake up to smell the coffee,
To begin my appreciation for the existence of it.
Nor do I seek an explanation of what it is,
To have a picture of it depicted...
Once I have had the experience.

There is something about the living of one's life,
That has to be done with curiousity.
And for many wishing for them a satisfaction...
A gift of life that has been identified,
Is better lived when the bringing of what is felt inside...
Has been introduced to that which is outside and about,
All of life.
And not avoiding that which offends to be censored.