Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

Is there anyone who lives,
Without expressing some regret?
Something done one wishes to forget?
Perhaps making a remark,
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You came to leave.
Not stay.
You came to do as you pleased.
And then when you were done,
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Many more will find it easier,
To hop off the fence.
Once they have convinced themselves...
That sitting on it,
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No need for one to digest,
What is yet ready for one to order
From a selective menu.
When the appetite begins to crave...
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There is a growing concern...
Someone overqualified,
Seeks to run the madhouse.
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Most people spend most of their lives,
Playing hide and seek.
Not realizing their chosen places to hide,
Have not been that secret.
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How much more pain can you endure?
That's a good question!
How much more would you like?
Would you like that with or without an appetitizer?
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He once could care less who felt what.
And he strutted with such arrogance.
He had struggled to get up off his butt!
And he became cold as he grew older.
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If you can hear or witness,
The ticking of a clock.
See the leaves on any tree.
And seasons that transcend.
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It may appear,
That another's suffering and pain...
Is theirs alone to endure.
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