He Started It Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

So many have left behind,
Their playground days.
With a doing to create,
Their own paths to make.
And to do with prayer and kept faith.
Becoming an adult is not an easy task.
Many are not asked,
To pass those tests when kicked..
Out of the nest.
Or given a treasure chest to call their own.
Borrowed, loaned or understood it given.

There are more childish minds,
Operating inside adult bodies to hide.
Then there are actual adults,
Trying their best to be less accountable.

And those who have long tested the waters,
To know how deep to dive or swim...
Are often blamed for taking responsibility,
Others deny to find fault with them.
True are those like this who lead.
With no attention wished or wanting to get.
However...
Some handed their lives to live,
With few obstacles and less opposition to face...
Believe they qualify to become great leaders.
Even though the doing of it is most likely faked.

'Listen!
Both of you have wishes,
To be leaders of the people.
But neither one of you have proven,
To have grown beyond your petty ways.'

~He started it.
By saying I had small hands.
And you know what 'that' means.~

'Yes I do.
Small hands.
Small minds.
Have nothing to offer,
But small and self-centered objectives.'