On The Rise Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

On The Rise



There is nothing to deliver,
Either way!
There is nothing for neither one of us,
To say.
It has been done!
There is no winning to contemplate.
Or pride with dignity,
To be shown, gained or won!
A redundancy of efforts...
I'm not willing to start!
My happiness is on the rise!
And I so glad it has begun!

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