Thoughtless Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

How blessed can one get to be.
To awaken and admit,
This to achieve is recognized.

Not too many,
Ungrateful and selfish.
Have eyes or minds that opened wide,
Will take even a minute...
Expressing their thankfulness.
And often they are the ones to hear,
Complaining.
About what someone else,
Did or done to do.

And yet,
Seldom is a word heard...
From them to express,
Most of their time is spent...
Thinking about themselves.
And no one else.
To find this has begun to upset them.

Don't hold your breath.
These days we live,
That would be a miracle.
Not soon to happen.

Most people who think about themselves.
And no one else.
Could care less about their blessings.
Or take time to spend and think,
What, who or how...
Blessings upon them came to be bestowed.
As they remain to continue staying thoughtless.
Judgemental, demeaning and to belittle others.
Then expect themselves more deserving,
Of more blessing to arrive.
Without identifying God to have been the deliverer!
Or seldom heard to acknowledge,
God being in their lives at all.

"Who is it that you think,
Blessed you with life? "

-Look!
I know you've got this 'thing' about sex.
But I ain't gonna waste my time,
Discussing my history or who was involved.-