Brick Wall Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

No response,
Should anyone expect to get.
From a brick wall.
Regardless if it is short or tall.
And has a turning head on it.
Encased in thick cement.
Even though this wall appears,
Animated.
And the head on it sits,
With eyes and ears.
Everything about this wall,
Has been programmed to see.
Done to receive,
Whatever it has been programmed...
To choose to believe, see and hear.
Anything else wished from this wall,
Expected.
Is nothing more than a wish,
By someone who paid more attention...
That a dead end road kept to notice it.
Will not suddenly become,
Any different than what it is.
With time wasted to convince,
A reality to experience...
Is going to change.
Regardless how determined,
Someone stays to remain that way.
A brick wall is a brick wall.
A dead end road is a dead in road.
And a thick head encased in cement,
May solicit imaginations.
To disappoint them to create.