Lawrence S. Pertillar
Rehearsing A First Impression - Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Never would I wish to compete,
Upon those fields...
Depleted of challenges.
I've witnessed my own foolishness.
Admitting to limits of my competence.
I'm inclined not to accept,
Those invitations that produce stress.
I have healed from those contributions.
I prefer to administer my own tests...
That appear to be free of multiple choice.
If I am seen blindfolded...
I am rehearsing a first impression.
I wish to leave a scent that pleases.
Or at least 'something' I donate,
To be considered as having value.
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