It Is Not With Difficulty Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

It is not with difficulty...
Seeds planted to ground them,
Begin to bloom in Spring.
With it witnessed to observe,
What occurs to allow...
Such beauty to take place.
This is intended.
This is not a mistake.

No!
It is not with difficulty,
With attention given...
And pride to receive.
That which gets it flourishes.
That which gets it,
Begins to show...
What its been shown kept.
And left felt to believe.

Nor is it with difficulty,
To follow a plan from A to B.
If its implementation...
Is understood and agreed upon,
As the best way to achieve...
Success eventually.

However...
It does seem with difficulty,
There will be...
Someone in the midst,
Unacquainted with discipline.
Motivation or incentive.
Who refuses to comprehend,
The relationship...
That dreams have with wishes.
Wishes don't come true,
To fulfill dreams.
Without effort made to move,
From a sitting to complain...
Position stubbornly maintained.
Or...
To have high expectations,
That a path cleared...
By someone else done to create,
Will extend an invitation...
To anyone unfamiliar with sweat
Or sacrifice.
Or...
The listening to B.S.,
Most of their life.
Is going to be the one...
With welcoming arms open wide,
To others...
Strolling on a path,
They did not create.
But celebrate the parading,
A rehearsed charading...
Of their kept pretensions.

Uh...
It is not with difficulty,
To see it witnessed...
The many who refuse to leave,
Their orbits around...
An alternate universe.