In A Zone Owned Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Staying sharp one can't be dizzy,
Or accept a dullness to set...
When in a zone owned and known,
As a quest.

One who knows of a zone shown,
Remains relevant and keeps prepared for tests...
From those who throw their obstacles,
To ensure one who has focus gets little rest.

If it is loved with a doing pursued,
Not a moment is one dizzy, puzzled or quizzed...
By others who choose to undo what is.
One in a zone owned just stays too busy.

Few have ever left a zone well known.
With a doing to leave incomplete feeling pleased.
And few have ever left what they've owned to bemoan,
To do it with intent others hear it to condone.

One who knows of a zone shown,
Remains relevant and keeps prepared for tests...
Created by those who throw their obstacles,
To ensure one who has focus gets little rest.

Few have ever left a zone well known.
With a doing to leave incomplete feeling pleased.
And few have ever left what they've owned to bemoan,
To do it with intent others hear it to condone.

Few have ever left,
A zone they've owned.
And few have ever left,
Either dazed or dizzy.
Few have ever left,
A focused mind that's busy...
Determined with obedience and needing to please.

Very few have ever left,
A zone they've owned.
And very few have ever left,
Either dazed or dizzy.
Very few have ever left,
Behind minds that are busy...
Determined with obedience and needing to please.

Few have ever left,
A zone well known...
With minds to bemoan a condoning droan!

Very few have ever left,
A zone well known...
With minds to bemoan a condoning droan!
In a zone owned,
Very few have ever left.
In a zone owned,
Very few have ever left.
In a zone they own...
Very few have ever left!

Very few have ever left!

Very few have ever left!