On Whatever The Level An Eye Contact Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

With a stroke of unexpected fortune,
Those in possession of tremendous egos...
And can realistically assess the times like these,
Will find that a climbing down...
From their high horses,
Is not yet enforced.
And this can still be done with ease.

If it is recognizable...
And those sympathetic to delusions...
May still believe it is.
That those holding tightly to pretensions kept,
Will recognize those delusions of grandeur...
Are no longer for them affordable.
On whatever the level an eye contact is met!

'What is going to be done with the horse I treasured? '

~Today?
That should be the least of your concern! ~

A dismounting is no longer an option for them.
A dismantling of pretensions,
Come to many as cold hard to face facts!