Too Many Wicked Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

No ugliness done.
To anyone is left to go unreturned.
Without those conscious of their misdeeds.
To recognize a lesson to learn,
Has a way to teach.
What stays to not forget,
Other solutions ignored.
Could have been sought.
But kept from one's reach.
And too many wicked choosing from evils.
Select to pick a choice enjoyed.
Without considering,
What comes back not only annoys.
But no one soothes or disapproves of an evil.
Upon its visit not to expect.
To sit until many moons,
Have come to go with suns to set.
Opening a door to not let regrets,
Leave to believe they will ever go.
Too many wicked,
Discover their misdeeds done to others...
Too late to appreciate,
Awaiting until God finds the best reaction...
One must take.
Before creating their own heartbreak.
And eliminating that,
God seems in no rush to do.
As is witnessed by those who have learned,
One or two lessons about how to live life.
Doing it to pray.
And watching how God handles those wicked.