Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

The leaves are budding so fresh and green.
On trees,
That come to life in Spring.
Thin blades...
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Hardworkers,
Not crooks.
Were those I knew,
Who raise early my beliefs.
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I can no longer camouflage my aches and pains.
Or hide them behind grimaces...
Through smiles to mask.
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There is no time in the year,
That cheer and joy...
With bells heard ringing.
Brings a smile so wide it appears...
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They are doing their best,
To ensure everything he does fails.
And when and 'if' that should happen,
They then try to prevail...
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If I showed you what you don't know,
Would I suffer...
If I listened to your life of misfortune?
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Overcoming self defeat,
Is delivered as a gift to them.
The joy in their eyes is magnified.
And an escape from traps has been witnessed.
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I don't feel that offended to defend my point of view.
Why would I feel a need to do it?
I can look back at my footsteps,
And realize I have lived my life with and without critique.
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If agony is what you seek,
I am sure there are a few who would share their burdens.
With a dumping of their sorrows right in your lap.
To be left crazed because of a quality of life,
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The younger ones,
Do not wish any part of it.
The fragmentation solicited...
Or the family divisiveness.
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