Sweating In The Fields Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Spoiled many live.
To expect 'things' to them given.
When nothing they have earned,
They have yet to learn...
Those with wishes and dreams to get,
Are not sitting around eating snacks.
Done to do then lick fingertips!

Sweating in the fields.
Heated under a blaring Sun.
Is seldom anyone's choice.
However...
Dreams and wishes wanted,
One does what one has to do...
With less impressions accepted made.
And no excuses heard to voice.

Sweating in the fields.
Is seldom selected as one's choice.
To hope with faith and integrity to keep,
What they have earned...
Eventually comes to be received.
To believe to see and within reached.
Theirs for them only delivered to touch.
And no one else living to deceive.

Those who pass judgements.
From wherever they may comfortably sit.
Will claim what they have done to do.
Although without showing any proof of it.
Yet backbite finding time,
To waste and criticize.
Seem to use their minds mocking others,
While embellishing their own lives...
Fantasizing and based on lies.

Spoiled many live.
Expecting 'things' handed to them given.
When nothing they have earned,
They have yet to learn...
Wishes and dreams others seem to get.
They may be the ones,
Criticized to despise.
But they are not found sitting around,
Demanding more snacks.
Smacking lips.
Finding to choose excuses to make.
And...
Doing all of this,
While satisfied to just lick fingertips!

"These wings you cooked?
Not enough salt.
The crunch is missing.
The hot sauce?
Needs more spice.
And where is the ice tea and my fries?
Is there nothing you can do,
Without my assistance and supervision! "