Faces Are Not Happy Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

What is it about life to live,
In some atmospheres...
When positions are mentioned,
With them given to people...
To address a recognition.
For deeds done in other places,
What one does for others is an expectation.
And not a celebration that one would flaunt.
Not for a doing of deeds benefitting everyone.

What is it about life to live,
In some atmospheres...
That leaves many people more interested,
In participating in creating impressions to make.
Yet a quality of life seems to rapidly fade away.
With meaning, purpose and importance of it meant,
While an absence of it has no prioritized intent.
But everyone brags about what it is they have.
Although faces are not happy. Most faces are sad.