Bees Sting Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Oh how some days I wish,
To feel again an innocence.
With a refreshened discovery,
That entices to excite...
My layered to become jaded,
Temptation infested...
Point of view.
Done to seek pleasure.
And self satisfaction,
Drenched in unforgiving lust.

On some days,
I wish for that innocence.
However...
Those days do not come often.
Or...
Allow me to forget,
How grateful I am...
To have earn such wishes,
Now...
As I grow older to remember,
I was never as innocent...
To pretend around others,
Who actually believed I was.
Especially around,
Those much older.
Willing to teach,
Without hesitation...
What birds and bees do,
To cause them to chirp...
Buzz and together sing.

Only to learn later as I grew,
Less innocent...
Bees don't sing.
They sting!