Number 1 Through To 5 Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

It was either me or my patience,
I was going to let go to show...
I could be driven and seen,
Made totally crazed...
By others who awaited,
For me to appreciate their madness.

I had to stop tolerating that kind of nonsense.
Taking my dwindling tolerance for granted.
As if I committed myself to accept a mission,
With others in a prolonged marathon.
That tested how long,
I could keep a migraine headache.

And today there are just too many aging,
Attempting to delay taking the stage of adulthood.
Wishing to remain kids doing what they did,
When 'downloading' then meant...
Some child in the playground,
Had an accident in their clothes.

I am not tolerating anyone's nonsense,
To vocally accept or silently oppose.
Regardless if it's on a scale,
To number 1 through to 5 on lies that are told.
Because I awakened to realize,
I don't have to.