Those Precarious Predicaments Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

With it still in my mind to be remembered,
And with time given to it spent to have it make sense.
I have lived long enough to be convinced,
That nothing worth the value of it done to have happen...
If patience isn't blended within the mix of a life packaged,
With a tolerance for others as part of one's development.
There are very few 'ifs' given attention here when mentioned,
From this point of view accustomed to removing obstacles.

Only those who have not dug themselves out from ruts,
Or holes deep and seeping in emotional ditches...
Could ever understand what it means to arrive defying,
With a quickness to defend a life lived to value it...
Without explanations to anyone given.
Especially when bitten and shut lips kept from revealing,
Those precarious predicaments one has faced and alone...
To never take a minute of life experienced for granted.