A Constant Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

The one thing that remains a constant,
Is the attempts made by so many...
Refusing to accept needed changes to make.
Although everyone benefits without thinking of it,
To believe they are entitled to posses those changes...
As long as someone else is perceived,
Receiving less to get than those who see themselves...
More worthy with it shown who can better impress.

'I thought you were against changes? '

~I am.
But not if it means,
The impressions I make go unnoticed.
What kind of life is that to live,
If my beliefs are seen to be diminished? ~