At This Table Where I Sit Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

After finding themselves surrounded,
By 'things' becoming for them more meaningless...
People are seeking a sincerity felt to express,
And addressed to them basically.

With a knowing how difficult this might be for them to get,
Since those who had at one time lived basically...
To do this unchanged with their happiness maintained,
Have become suspicious of those now making claims...
They are more impressed by the ones less pretentious.
And who live basic lives without seeking attention to get.

After finding themselves surrounded,
By 'things' becoming for them more meaningless...
People are seeking a sincerity felt to express,
And addressed to them basically.
Although they had been told,
Success to achieve is a mental process...
With this not to be confused with the obtaining of things.

'But...
But I have 'things' to bring to the table.'

~Good for you.
But at this table where I sit,
I am not the one seeking your things.
You might find those over there,
Sitting in tuxedos and gowns...
More to your liking.~

'I've already sat with those in gowns and tuxedos.
And I'd like to sit with you to share my 'things'.'

~But I have chosen to stay basic.~

'And, if it is okay...
I would like to share my 'things' appropriately.'

~Now, that will work.
Have a sit.
Is there anything you wish for me to get you to eat? ~

'Let's just have basic conversation, first.'

~We are on the same page already.~