Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

All the tools available,
Had been theirs to use.
And among them lived diverse experts,
In various fields of proven endeavors.
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It would only have taken minutes,
To sit and listen.
Giving undivided and focused attention.
But what was chosen by many to do instead,
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There are some who are picked,
To do what they please.
And as they wish.
With little regard of others' detriment.
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More today than any yesterday before,
More who have had judgements passed...
Upon them to endure without a looking back,
As deceivers discreetly attacked their good deeds...
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An interest in others quickly displayed,
Can easily become distorted...
When those on the receiving end,
Perceive one's interest is only given...
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Give me something few demand.
And even fewer understand,
Affection.
To dream of it with wishing for more.
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Without a focused work ethic,
Independent of opinions...
Unsolicited yet given,
From those sitting wishing...
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The only dreams to keep...
That are kept less costly and effective,
Are the ones unshared...
To be left that way.
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Showing an indifference,
With a building of fences to defend them...
To then expect a unity to get,
That is window dressed and diversified...
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The one disease people fear most,
And has begun to spread as if an epidemic.
Is truth.
Truth to speak it and to hear,
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