poet Lawrence S. Pertillar

Lawrence S. Pertillar

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Two Hours Too Late Too Much

I can not mend a fragmented World.
Nor can I fix those addicted to delusions.
I can only take my sincerity one step forward.
With the hope that step is respected,
By someone who accepts the doing of my giving.
And not believe I am the one in need...
To prove my deeds are sacrificial.

And if anyone should agree they do me the favor,
With an accomodating of my efforts...
To perceive they are the ones to have been picked,
As exceptional...
The only thing I can do is to continue,
To accomplish my deeds to pursue and succeed.
And not pass a judgement on anyone to be done.

'I apologize for arriving two hours late.
But I did come,
To ensure I would accomodate 'your' efforts.'

Huh?
Wha...t?
I think your ego is on steroids.
I am here to advance your outlook.
I am here to assist in the promoting of your need.
Your wishes to see yourself succeed.
Not mine.
I'd be fine taking my time somewhere else and to unwind.
And...
Your disrespect I don't accept.
You are two hours too late too much and for too long,
For me to care.

'So what is it you are saying? '

My efforts had never required your accomodation.
If anything...
Your doing has taught me not to attempt this again.
I am quick to dismiss what others take for granted.
And your accomodation you can take away from my door.

'You just don't know,
When to appreciate the doing of others to be grateful.'

Huh?
Wha...t?
I think your ego is on steroids.
And your knickers have been twisted.
You've already turned me off.
I suggest you leave and quick.

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, February 13, 2014

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