Kept With Purpose And Focus Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

If there is 'anything' I do not wish,
Is to leave anyone believing to conceive...
Perceive or feel I have left to seethe,
With a bitterness residing in me...
Eventually they can expect to receive.

I don't let what others might project,
To eat away at me to harbor a doing of misdeeds.

My priorities are far from petty.
And I refused to remain stalled behind a brick wall.

Afterall...
I have learned to leave,
That kind of immaturity that's empty of benefit for me...
To accept without regret,
With a moving on to stand tall AND a doing it at my best.

And 'if' this should upset,
Those with wishes to see 'me' that way as they may expect...
Well, I'm certainly not going to waste my time,
Attempting to find explanations to define my actions...
As to 'why' my destination is kept with purpose and focus.

I might have once been a child.
But as an adult my pursuits to achieve looking foward,
Has left any childish nonsense in my consciousness.
And too distant to remember or consider with a patience,
That others may still be there who have not yet left.