Treasure Island

Lawrence S. Pertillar

(February/'47 / Connecticut, USA)

Unintentional Mistakes Made


It 'use' to be forgivable,
To excuse unintentional mistakes made.
When the doing of them were known not to be meant.
Or thought to be of malcontent.
But considered to be innocent.
And the doing of them did not incense,
With a purpose to victimize to do and leave.

The difference today has created uncertainty,
Whether 'honest' mistakes are not that 'honest'...
Anymore.
Since today people seem to deliberately deceive.
And many who do this could care less who believes,
What it is they do to be perceived.
With a doing what it is they choose done to do.

Submitted: Tuesday, April 02, 2013

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