Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

A baton held high...
With a pride one strides,
But reluctant to pass on.
Loses an influence that could cement,
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It is not okay,
To say what you wish...
About another.
Then decide from your lips,
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I've learned,
Not to confess too much.
Even to those I 'suspect' I can trust.
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I do apologize.
My interests have been totally misunderstood.
I have no resources to fund,
Those homeless and needing to overcome their poverty.
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With that mind that you have,
And all the things that you can do...
Why you only chase,
The money?
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Finding that which has been sought,
To ground a live wire totally confused.
And experiencing the living on assumptions,
Too much.
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I write from my heart.
And...
That my thoughts or feelings,
Go misunderstood not to comprehend...
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The only people attempting to get something for free,
Are those blocking the road...
Preventing the ones from claiming,
What rightfully belongs to them.
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Blessed and not confused about it!
Not at all.
No longer chasing rainbows,
Rabbit feet or four leaf clovers.
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Remember when you rejected my apology?
And I did my best...
With effort that still makes me wonder,
'Why'?
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