Lawrence S. Pertillar (February/'47 / Connecticut, USA)
The Lives Of Those Lived Self Centered
Many are awakening to realize,
How empty their lives have been.
And if it wasn't for those,
They observed from their windows...
Looking in other directions,
To appear unimpressed...
By something new in their driveway.
Or yelling out their front doors,
'Look at me I'm over here', expressed...
They would not find life as meaningless,
As it has for them become.
This would not be noticed at all,
If the trying so hard was not at all done.
Not even standing in their doorway butt naked,
Attracts the attention expected.
So sad are the lives of those lived self centered.
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