So Many Pained Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

It has been a blessing for me to achieve,
The reaching to the age of nearly sixty-six...
And realizing with clearer eyes,
So much in my life I have experienced.

Each year I've witnessed a growing tolerance,
For disrespect.
And a sharing of nonsense too blatantly accepted.
With fingers pointed to others blamed.

So many pained,
By the senselessness of their inaction.
So many distracted,
By the worthlessness of their possessions gained.
So many with false principles kept to bring them relief.
Until their values and standards,
Bring them to their knees to weep.

Many disbelieve,
Ignorance can hop over their protected fences.
Many perceive the right to do as they wish,
Affords them to dismiss what they conceive is safe.
And away from environments they depict as crazed.
So many pained by their delusions to awaken emotionally strained.

It has been a blessing for me to achieve,
The reaching to the age of nearly sixty-six...
And realizing with clearer eyes,
So much in my life I have experienced.

Each year I've witnessed a growing tolerance,
For disrespect.
And a sharing of nonsense too blatantly accepted.
With fingers pointed to others blamed.

So many pained,
By their false achievements and what they've obtained.
So many deluded until life secludes them...
With a suffering and a task to ask of themselves,
What age does one have to be...
To begin to connect their minds to reality.
And what is seen to affect one to ignore,
Will eventually disease to effect us all.

Each year I've witnessed a growing tolerance,
For disrespect.
And a sharing of nonsense too blatantly accepted.
With fingers pointed to others blamed.
But no escaping...
Is a truth that focuses upon us with direct aim.
To reveal we are the end result of those choices made.

And...
Does this come with aging?
Or is it delivered to self-examine,
With the use of common sense?
No one can purchase to then protect,
With weapons kept to defend.

Each year I've witnessed a growing tolerance,
For disrespect.
And a sharing of nonsense too blatantly accepted.
With fingers pointed to others blamed.

So many pained,
By the senselessness of their inaction.
So many distracted,
By the worthlessness of their possessions gained.
So many pained.
And left to question with tears left only to express,
A distress unexpected.

'But...
We have lived such normal lives.'