Gift Horse Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

One's earned portfolio,
Stock with life experiences.
And complete with certifying documents,
Of researched studies obtained...
Shown by one devoted,
To have initiative, motivation...
With unquestionable discipline maintained,
Should feel but it isn't by them revealed...
Their efforts to endeavor are, indeed, quite real.
And needless it is to explain to others,
Why they have come to volunteer...
An assistance to give,
Without one word of appreciation to hear.

'Everytime he gives us his opinion to suggest,
He does this as if we should be impressed.'

~Perhaps he's not the one who is self-obsessed.
And to think...
Not one word has been heard,
About him wishing to be compensated.
Although he has stated,
A doing of his best to get 'you' paid.
And...
To think he is willing to do this,
With a hope to expose 'your' interests...not his.
To ensure those obstacles will be eliminated,
He has already done to have your way paved.~

'That's what I'm saying.
Why would someone do that,
If they did not want us left impressed? '

~Perhaps he has been sent to you as a gift horse.
And, of course...
Instead of accepting him as a thoroughbred,
Your limited vision and image of him...
Only keeps him viewed to be seen,
As a donkey you can kick around.
Until that 'donkey',
Is no longer around to be found.
To leave no one suspicious or gets to benefit.~

'Yeah?
Whatever.
Great philosophy.
But today, prayers to be answered...
Don't come that easy,
To be delivered that way.'

~And I am sure,
You are more qualified than anyone else to know...
What a gift horse looks like when God sends one.~