Lawrence S. Pertillar
Sold On Appearances - Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
The way things 'are' on the inside,
For those who live this life...
As it is lived for them,
Isn't as it seems.
From the outside looking in.
Romancing what one thinks,
Does not always match to link...
With the reality lived and experienced,
Across a fence...
Constructed to protect and restrict,
With intentions meant.
The same can be said,
For an invisible brick wall.
We wish to believe what is there...
But what we imagine,
Is not there at all.
And answers to questions are often stalled.
If our perceptions of others were correct,
Would we live our lives more or less happier?
Would we then spend our time,
Or would we lend a hand to our fellowman,
Knowing few skip down yellow brick roads!
Or would we find pavement under no one's feet,
Made to sparkle in bright blinding gold.
Even though all of us as sold on appearances.
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