Lawrence S. Pertillar
Imprinted On Their Foreheads - Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
I doubt very seriously,
If those who spent their youth...
Believing others to be fools,
Back at a time when they decided...
To ridicule others,
By calling them such.
Would today feel the same way,
After clearly achieving that status themselves.
I doubt that very seriously.
Since too many now I see,
Have that word imprinted on their foreheads...
And emblazoned there as if to be permanently affixed.
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