F.Y.I. Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

If I wished to reach a goal...
And my thoughts were not assisted?
And all I did was sit and lipped it.
How close to that goal do you think I'd be?

If I sought something to achieve...
And I called for help to do it.
And nothing I did produced anything at all.
Because I waited for others to 'get-on-the-ball'.
What would you think of me?

If I complained about another,
Who accomplished with success.
If you knew I had no motivation...
But to you I would say 'Be Blessed'.
And I mentioned to you,
About my faith in God...
But I was always the one in distressed!
Would you think I was empty and hollow?
And all I did was to say things to impress?

Or would you think I was like the others,
Who sat around doing nothing.
But talking about what they want...
And not making one step,
Towards where they have to get!
I bet you then would think,
Not one of us know the concept of work!
And how that concept to us connects!

But I am not that way at all.
I will surround my life with the best!
And I will do that with the aid,
Of 'quality' magazines I select!
I will visualize what I materialize.
And that is an F.Y.I.
To all who produce sweat...
To get!
But...
Not me!
And that is For Your Information.
Here...
Get to flippin'.