Lawrence S. Pertillar

Gold Star - 96,694 Points (February/'47 / Connecticut, USA)

How Are You Handling This? - Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Thank You,
My Father.
For insisting that I concentrate,
On 'that' which I am.
With the giving of no attention,
To that which I am not...
Others from their crevices,
Whisper in ears to mention.

My Father I must admit...
Adventuring to experiment,
Has always found a place...
To stay on my preference list.
How are You handling this?
I am here as your work-in-progress.

If You are cool with it,
My Father...
I am too.
And so far...
You have not given me a cold shoulder.

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, October 6, 2011

Poem Edited: Friday, October 7, 2011

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