Finding That Pride In Accomplishment Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

The offerings are there,
To appease our growing need...
Feeding those ever changing sensibilities.

And each of them are teased constantly,
With an ever increasing boredom!

Then unconsciously,
We accuse our children...
Of not being able to focus,
With a priority to get at least 'something' done.
Finding that pride in accomplishment!

As we justify our sitting to reminisce,
The basicness of a youthfulness spent...
Entirely on being evasive!