Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

They are here!
Those you were once told
You should fear.
Those of different atmospheres.
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Sixty four cents.
That's all they pay.
Sixty four cents per gallon of gas.
Maybe decades ago...
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They could leave one million dollars,
At my doorstep.
Believing I'd accept!
But for them I have no respect at all.
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No matter what you think of me,
Will not change the course of my destiny.
Nor will the anguish of accomplishing my tasks...
On this path.
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The blooming.
For the first time I noticed.
The different hues and scents.
Each with a unique,
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They are allowing themselves to die.
As if to hide their indisgressions.
They lie to themselves.
To protect from an array of delusions.
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Have you ever tried to share your bliss?
And someone questioned,
What you wanted in return for it?
And when you attempted to leave it with them...
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He remembers the backstabbing laughter.
And the heartfelt pain.
He remembers the innuendoed gossip...
And the slander done to him,
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Taking action.
Regardless of the consequences,
That may come.
Relying upon experience.
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Many are talented.
Few pursue craftsmen status.
That requires sacrifice and work.
And a devotion that is unbreakable.
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