Big Or Small Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

We all make mistakes.
Big or small.
And none erased.
To believe can be replaced.
By a taking or creating,
Innocent eyes to disguise to hide...
A lie to tell.
Covered and smothered,
With the most outrageous alibi.

Why do some rather live,
To beat around a familiar bush.
Crushed under the rushing,
From a stampede of quick footed liars.
Afraid to admit,
They have committed mistakes.

And why is it many would rather,
Betray a truth than truth to face.
Unless...
They believe an achievement is made.
Denying mistakes although to create,
With lies to then tell...
Others will accept.
To know them to be told.
And told very well.
Who is it to judge,
What is kept to prioritize...
In one's mind to thrive,
And kept alive to dwell.

Yet...
Big and small we all make mistakes.
Those to acknowledge,
Should bring relief to admit them made.
But these days we live,
Few seem unafraid,
To confess and address to another this done.
With a doing to be honest.
And being honest these days,
May offend and be perceived...
As someone seeking a confrontation!

"I apologized for what I did.
It should not have happened.
I realize that now."

-Oh yeah?
You're not sorry at all.
People like you,
Are only looking to start an argument.-