To Whom It May Concern Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Many need their heros,
To remain depicted...
Brave and not a hint of age.
With them kept fresh.
As they re-visit delusions to fantasize.

Many need to reminisced remembered,
Times when they walked on roads unpaved.
Many deluded wish their exaggerations,
With themselves to embellish...
Being at centerstage to relish,
As something they wish to get and to expect.

And those listening to them to know 'then' when,
Heros made to have today received praise...
Were not the ones creating what they've done,
Awaiting to stand under a spotlight to come.
Or crave an attention to them given,
Like those who received it...
From others who discovered and became surprised,
They were quietly sacrificing...
And not seeking the limelight to heighten and disguise,
Deeds done to do and deliver.

'You did 'what' and 'when'? '

~I don't remember 'every' single detail.
But I do 'recall'...
Being instrumental and the motivation behind,
His rise to achieve fame and success.~

'But why is it,
Every letter you say he has written personally to you...
And you have shown us to view,
Clearly opens to say and to you address...
'To Whom It May Concern'.'

~That's how thoughtful a person he is.
You see...
Our close relationship had been very unique.
Intimate and privately kept.~

'Well...
Go ahead and read to us what the letter says.'

~I can't.
I wont subject myself to being disloyal.
And besides...
It's too personal to reveal.
I just wanted you to know...
Who thinks of me as their inspiration.~