Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

This crooked path,
From one experience to the next
Has no one to journey on it,
To know what's ahead.
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When I first learned to walk,
On my own two feet...
Immediately appeared,
Tremendous challenges...
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Assuming to know what it takes,
To make something from nothing
Is easy to do,
For those who have expertise...
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A race to replace...
The meaning of love.
Its definition and purpose.
To leave it deserted.
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Anytime one can find,
To celebrate life to appreciate
The blessing of it given,
To forgive and forget...
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Sometimes the best road to take
Is the one not already paved.
Too many find it,
An easy way to travel.
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It seems as if...
God chooses to select and pick,
Those who are...
The least interested,
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An understanding to reach it,
Takes more than assuming...
A comprehension is understood.
And with a wish to keep,
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The familiar is seldom, Appreciated.
Until time passes.
With wishes for it,
Repeated heard as reminisced.
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It would be wonderful,
To meet someone who felt it...
A must to be lovers.
And prepared to appeal,
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