Lawrence S. Pertillar
Misplaced Values - Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Misplaced values to keep them chased,
Has a way to delay expected satisfactions.
And a dawning when that happens,
To deliver reality with it done...
Leaves one to comprehend too late,
That an expressed appreciation...
Without empty charades of impressions made,
Is accepted and felt to be genuine.
And only takes away moments,
From a 24 hour day to relay what is felt.
This treasured value to misplace,
For the chasing of forgettable satisfactions...
Is a waste of time to remind those blind,
Seeking to find for themselves attention to get.
Since they have already taken life for granted.
And others who have enhanced,
This blessed experience of life they have received.
Those who chase impressions to make,
Often awaken too late to express appreciation.
With it realized on their traveled paths to journey,
Who put them on their course...
Without wavering to divorce to set them right,
And with a doing of their own lives to sacrifice.
Those with misplaced values adapt quickly,
To a sought after self serving self importance.
Only to become haunted to regret actions made.
When the seeking to impress...
Begins to fade away from their reminisced memories.
To wish they had not been thoughtless.
With more time to spend,
From a chasing that begins to haunt them.
As misplaced values once had,
Become less remembered.
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