A Having Of Common Sense Is Priceless Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

A Having Of Common Sense Is Priceless



I have come to realize,
That those I see today with their eyes closed...
Are not in denial at all.
Nor have they isolated themselves to meditate.

What I have noticed,
Are the number of people who have chosen to sell...
Their once treasured common sense not to offend,
The ones buying them to use and pretend...
They know better than others,
Who spoke with a clear consciousness...
About how best to move ahead and together exist,
Without thinking to believe there are no benefits to this.
Or not being prepared with an alternative.
If the consequences they face results from their ignorance.

'Excuse me...but...uh...
You mean to tell me,
You would rather give up to sell your common sense?
Than protest against those you know have none? '

~Don't accuse us for making attempts,
To prove whose nuts.
Look around you.
What would you rather keep disbelieved?
Fools having it their way creating a catastrophe?
Or keeping a peace of mind they assume they can find,
By pretending they know more about living life right...
Than those who 'are' living their lives right and respectfully?
But they have interpreted our wishes to keep doing it...
As a setback to what they perceive is progress.
What sense does that make? ~

'These were my private thoughts, but...
I have come to realize,
That those I see today with their eyes closed...
Are not in denial at all.
Nor have they isolated themselves to meditate.'

~We have come to realize that too.
That's why we've come to sell our common sense,
To those who believe our keeping of it to use...
Has for them not been productive enough.~

'But a having of common sense is priceless.
Even the dumbest of fools know it.
You can't sell that? '

~Sssshhh. Go away.
If they believe what we have can be bought...
Let them believe it.
We are not here to judge.
We just want to collect whatever it is they pay,
And join the others with their eyes closed.
With a disregarding opinions,
Of those with their mouths open...
To not know when they should be closed.~

'I was only trying to be...'

~Opinionated? ~

Monday, June 1, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: life
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