Plus Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

To plus.
Is to add.
Without deduction.

Steps forward to take,
Is to move ahead.
Not done to look behind.
And subtracting,
That which has been found to find...
What is beneficial to use.
With a knowing everything,
From a past to live it...
All one had experienced,
Is unnecessary to repeat.
Or thought to believe,
A moving done forward...
Is impossible,
For what is to come...
To welcome a future,
Some can not perceive...
A past left to leave it,
Will for them be missed.
Reminisced indefinitely.

And a fear of the unknown,
Many will protest...
Any forward steps to take.
With a demanding to stay,
Where they are.
Negatively reducing to eliminate,
An adding to their lives...
Experiences that will broaden,
Not only their eyes.
But also their minds.
Finding time and changes to make,
Is a plus.

Since time and changes,
Made to move forward...
Many awaken too late to realize,
This process can not be stopped.
Even for those watching it.
Making attempts to turn back the clock!
Hating the doing of it heard,
Ticking to tock.
Each minute of every hour.
And everyday to prevail.
To plus not a second of this done!

"What is happening to 'us'?
We detest and protest it! "

-Well...
Even though the doing,
May for many to believe.
Or deny what is true.
But...
Accept or not,
This process is called...
Moving forward.
Making changes.
You know...
Life to live and experience it?
Adding.
Without distracting to delude.-