Lawrence S. Pertillar
No Dots Do They Connect - Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Why is it,
That the very same people...
Who are today wondering,
With the asking of 'what's going on'...
Are the very same people,
Who yesterdays gone...
Refused to accept to hear,
A negativity expressed to them...
In their ears.
And those chosing to speak the truth,
Now and also then...
Are the ones today,
And those yesterdays gone...
Not only appear clearly to be happy people,
But also are very protective...
Of their peace of mind.
And those still left wondering why...
What's going on in the way it is today,
Have no idea what to say...
About themselves or their lives,
Or reasons to give as to 'why'...
Or how they feel that way.
No dots do they connect.
Can read between the lines without spaces,
Colorized with crayon,
Etched to separate what has taken place!
Since this activity is missing smiling faces.
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