Without Ego To Limit Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Cherished are my memories.
Especially the ones that were meant,
For me to sit and listen...
As my ego was stripped to bits,
By those who dared me...
To pick up the pieces.

AND...
This was only IF,
I could find them!

And I knew each time...
The truth was told.
And whatever was left of my ego...
I 'had' to let go!

These are the memories I cherish the most.
Without my ego,
So much has been accomplished.
So much accomplished,
Has been without ego to limit with boundaries.