I'M Finding Time To Make More Of It Mine Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

No reasons do I have left,
To express an accessibility.
Nor are my ears available,
For empathetic listening.

I'm finding time to make more of it mine.

Patience I have no more,
To explore avenues to be of assistance.
I make sure I am distanced.
My own needs will no longer be ignored.

I've learned if others are aware you are there...
For them to dropp whatever they wish.
They will do it.
Like a habit done that has been approved!

I've learned from some enough can't be done!

And forget needing them.
You'll experience each season...
From a Summer breeze, leaves falling from trees
Winter snow and budding in the Spring...
When flowers begin to grow.

No reasons do I have left,
To express an accessibility.
Nor are my ears available,
For empathetic listening.

I'm finding time to make more of it mine.

Patience I have no more,
To explore avenues to be of assistance.
I make sure I am distanced.
My own needs will no longer be ignored.