Lawrence S. Pertillar
On Your Terms - Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
On your terms you want it.
On your terms you need it.
On your terms,
You are going to live life...
As you wish.
With opinions to give others,
On your terms,
You think you are the link to dreams.
And more important,
Than what to them reality 'seems'.
And although you have yet to be told,
No one is seeking your approval.
Or has requested your nose,
To be found sniffing around what they do.
'Why are you peeking through my fence?
~There is a misunderstanding we have between us.
I wasn't peeking 'through' your fence.
I was about to ask you,
Before you rudely interrupted me...
If you and your friends are in need of onions,
For your Kosher and grain prepared hotdogs.
I use mesquite wood to add to the flavor of mine,
Whenever I am cooking outside.
Also cranberry juice with lemonade is terrific.
You should try it.~
'Would you like to join us? '
~Are you kidding?
With all the work I've got to do?
If I had not 'coincidentally'...
Decided to check my mail,
I would not have noticed you all...
Having such a great time.~
'Is your mailbox 'still' in the front of your house? '
~Of course it is.
But, for whatever the reason...
'Something' had me come out of the backdoor,
If and when time permits...
After you finish your chores,
Feel free to join us.'
You have no idea how busy I keep myself.~
'I can't imagine.
You probably get no rest at all.'
I'm exhausted already.
Adding crushed pecans on your pound cake,
You will discover is delicious.'
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