In 'My' World I Am The Do Do Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

In 'my' world...
I am the 'do-do'.
No gifts of grief,
Will anyone leave.
No complaints of pain...
Or headaches do I accept,
For an exchange of my peace of mind.

There was a time I would drop,
My priorities.
To sit and listen to someone moan.
To show them I was there,
And they were not alone!

There was a time I would stop,
In my tracks.
To carry a load,
Someone else had on their back.
To give unconditional friendship.
Without a thought about that!

Then one day I was in need.
Knowing in my heart...
Someone would come to my rescue.
I damn near was crawling on my knees.
Until I witnessed myself...
Being made to play the fool.
With folks caring less,
What it was I was going through!

In 'my' world...
I am the 'do-do'.
To stink when I wish.
And caring less who likes it.

When I move,
My eyes are focused.
With my needs to meet first.

I 'may'...
Depending on my mood.
Choose to be less self serving.
However,
Whatever I decide...
I will not waste a second,
In debate.

In 'my' world...
I am the 'do-do'.
No gifts of grief,
Will anyone leave.
No complaints of pain...
Or headaches do I accept,
For an exchange of my peace of mind.

I am not living my life,
As an option someone can find...
To play with!