Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

Well...
Time has a 'thing' about what it does.
It doesn't stop, look around, wait
Or...regurgitate!
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Praises to the eldest of siblings!
You know...
The ones parents experiment with?
The ones some plan for...
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No...
They don't want to hear it.
Because it is not what they wish to hear.
It has nothing to do with truth!
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In search of the perfect season?
Where happiness existed?
And no one in their right mind resisted?
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Promises given...
And then lifted from children,
Expecting to be gifted...
Dries an anticipation,
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Everyone around here planted those seeds!
So there is no need to ask,
Where all of 'this' is coming from!
You got what you wanted.
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Chasing to patch up yesterdays' mistakes...
Is likened to a dog chasing its tail.
The time taken to just stop...
And Identify the connection.
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IF you think I do this for you?
I am happy you believe,
You are worth that kind of premeditated time.
I don't wish to burst your bubble.
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That steep hill you climb...
With that backpack on your back,
Strapped like that and packed?
And those without hint or clue,
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Something strange has developed.
A creature able to interchange
Both its sex and its name came.
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