The Easier It Looks Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

The easier it looks,
For one to do something done.
And to keep those from the outside,
Looking in...
With that perception undefended.
The harder it gets,
For one to do this...
Without getting sleep or rest.

And yet,
Making appearances everywhere...
As if,
There is nothing but time wasted.
To do what one pleases without care,
With a team unseen sweating in despair.
And supervised nonstop,
To produce with perfection their very best.

'It is not humanly possible,
To do what he is known to do...
With a proving that shows that he has done it,
Without him being some kind of machine.'

~But how?
We've been on his back like white on rice,
For years and before that when he was just a teen.~

'So what are you saying?
He is one of twins? '

~No!
But I do believe he is a triplet.~

'Hmmm...
I had not thought of that.
And maybe the other two yet to be born,
Dictate to him from realms beyond.'

~You may be on to 'something'.
Let's continue our probe.~

'And,
I know this is going to sound foolish.
But...
Maybe he just loves what he does.
And committed to the doing of it.'