Fourteen Minutes Of It Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

There are those who will pose.
And stand in line to take credit away,
From someone to have it claimed...
They knew to know many years ago.
With a doing to assist,
Their achieving to get for themselves...
Fifteen minutes of fleeting fame.
As someone will have others believe,
Fourteen minutes of it...
They too,
Endured going through...
A sharing of their blood, sweat and tears.
With this to do by producing,
Pictures of little kids...
On swings in a playground.

Although...
Few will know,
What it took someone alone...
On a path to take and travels.
Facing negativity and obstacles.
Done to do before and after,
Any attention one receives...
Leaves to be forgotten.
Or has left to remember,
A doing to have accomplished it...
No one seems to wish or want to volunteer,
To donate a dime that makes a dent...
Noticed to prevent ongoing bills,
From finding new ways for anyone to say...
"You know,
I thought those bills were paid.
I sent ten dollars a couple of days ago.
And the rest I owe...
Must be in the mail, somewhere! "