Used As A Tool Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

An instrument I am.
To be used as a tool.
But by 'who'?

My own choices I make,
Sometimes are derailed.
I am conscious I believe.
But when that leaves,
Something else prevails.

Faith and trust,
Are with me as a must.
And I have stumbled so much,
Getting up is part of my routine.
With a laughter that is done.
And I know this is seen.

An instrument I am.
To be used as a tool.
But by 'who'?

I have been ill and healed,
As if I am skilled at that too!

Faith and trust,
Are with me as a must.
And I have stumbled so much,
Getting up is part of my routine.
With a laughter that is done.
And I know this is seen.

I don't do it for the attention.
At my age that would be too obscene.

My own choices I make,
Sometimes are derailed.
I am conscious I believe.
But when that leaves,
Something else prevails.

'Angels we have heard on high...
Sweetly singing...'