Sniffing For Treats Left By Teasers Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Not another offensive comment made to me,
To have it defined with a staying to stick in my mind...
Can be said,
That will introduce a shuffling of my feet seen...
As a self demeaning prophesy.

And I will not be the one staying up all night,
With the writing of speeches to deliver...
An acceptance long wished with an approval done.
I was not groomed to live me life,
Sniffing for treats left by teasers.

I've spent too long clearing brush off my path,
To acknowledge my own steps I've taken...
Came aided with the strength of my faith.
As those naysayers on the sidelines...
Awaited for their paths to be paved in fools' gold.

Those opportunities laid out for me...
I initiated by the signing of my own signature.
With dates, origin and expected destinations!
I knew early the fate created for me,
Was not going to be an expectation...
Given with an assistance by a hand delivery.
Not in the field I needed to mow, sow reap and harvest.