Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

It is not necessarily wished.
That those who receive recognition.
Spend sleepless nights wanting this to get.
It is the appreciation few from others hear.
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Don't do unto me.
Just un me do from you, period.
Too old am I now.
To play the same mind games.
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The only purpose disappointment leaves,
Is to discourage the ones uncertain.
With doubt to accept and believe,
Their skills and abilities to offer...
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Truth revealed.
Today?
Has become more of a threat.
To fear and upset so many.
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Whatever it is that is here and appears.
There had to have been someone near it,
Who knew it to identify.
But decided to go along.
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No time given to anyone is promised.
No one living,
Has been born with it guaranteed...
Forgiveness will be granted.
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Giving anyone the right,
To do whatever they please.
And when they like.
With it supported to endorse and encourage.
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Vivid.

Here it is.
Out in the open and clear.
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A mule.
Accustomed and raised to stay stubborn.
Refuses to move forward.
Off of a path it has trespassed.
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If the volume of it gets obnoxious.
And the sound of it,
Increases with a disrespect.
To expect it accepted.
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