Lawrence S. Pertillar
It Gets More Difficult - Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Each day it gets more difficult for many,
To deny they've lived by lies to exist.
And allowed divisions to exist to split,
Relationships they permitted to drift.
Ego, envy and jealousies,
Once prioritized to keep on the top...
Of such lists,
Are today wished to have not been created.
By those who have become sickened,
With sadness to have less happiness.
And the ones without regrets,
Have moved on with honesty kept to express.
To leave behind deceiving minds.
Knowing in time liars will find themselves,
Doing their best to assess their misdeeds.
'Why do some people,
Keep bringing up the past? '
Sometimes the garbage and trash,
On others some enjoyed to throw...
Is in need for them to revisit,
To believe a stench they now smell...
Will go away.~
'But to where? '
~I'm not there to care.
I've heard it all too many times before.~
Comments about It Gets More Difficult by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Read this poem in other languages
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
Still I Rise
The Road Not Taken
If You Forget Me
Edgar Allan Poe
Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening
Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep
Mary Elizabeth Frye