Dribbling Balls Being Playfully Tossed Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

For decades they've kept the same charade.
To stand on urban corners...
Idled to brag,
About children abandoned they fathered.

Some even spent jail time sharing cells with sons.
Not having a clue what this has done.
And everyone of them meet and greet everyday.
Wasting time and their lives away.

They wish to unify this ignorance.
With games of sports played...
As their babies mamas,
Look on from behind fences.

With beliefs this connects,
To benefit a long lasting wisdom in retrospect.
Yet a maturity from their minds,
Has been dissected!
And a respect for progress,
Is left rejected.

For decades they've kept the same charade.
To stand on urban corners...
Idled to brag,
About children abandoned they fathered.

And a society that has condoned this,
Does not seem to bother to comprehend...
The feeding of these cycles,
Weaken and demean.
Once this investment has been deposited...
The return is mediocrity.

And mediocrity neither glitters brightly.
Nor does it sparkle with a sheen.
Especially when motivation...
Has been demoted and freed of expectations!
Cheered on by those mesmerized...
By the sweat inducing effects,
Of dribbling balls being playfully tossed!