Lawrence S. Pertillar
Boys And Girls - Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Many may remember the process.
To begin a starting of it with others.
But somehow a few did not finish to complete,
A doing to bloom with encouraged nourishment...
That set them on the right track and up on their feet.
And some may remember who began to stand,
While others refused to take command.
With beliefs kept that wishes to dream came,
Packaged and delivered...
Without experiencing cloudy days and pouring rain.
Stuck in the middle of a youth still pursued.
Stuck to remain...
In a youth that came to live and not undo!
Stuck in the middle and refusing to accept,
Tests to pass to qualify for the next step.
Adults have a history experienced to reminisce.
But a childishness kept rebels and disrespects,
A process to comprehend that validates success.
To leave their guardians and/or parents left upset.
Expressing now how they have deep regrets to confess!
'I don't know what happened.
God knows I've done my best,
To raise my children like I had been.
I can't believe or understand,
How my boys and girls...
Have gotten into the trouble they are in.'
~Let's keep our fingers crossed.
You never know how these things work out.
Maybe one day someone will come along,
To teach them respect and how to listen to comprehend.
And perhaps they will accept what it takes,
To become responsible for their actions.
With a doing to be accountable like adult men and women.~
'And then what? '
~Maybe they will teach you...
The missing steps you didn't get,
When you believed you were grown up! ~
'Your comments I find appalling and quite offensive.'
~Isn't that something.
Both of us are here to witness,
How quick you can defend denial.
And certified as a teacher, I am not! ~
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