Undoing It Done To Do Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

What I've done to learn,
To know with love to earn.
Has no concern,
Of your thoughts to believe...
Whatever you think of me to be.

I have spent enough time,
With faith kept in my mind.
Through stormy weather.
Come what may.
To want much better.

I don't go searching for the proof of truth.
Reality with me has too long been lived.
I don't research who lies to then go to hide.
Or use deception.
As if to make alibis exceptions.

Moody I can be if disappointed.
Not with anybody else.
But myself.
And I know I can choose,
That which I do.
Without an opinion to ask it.
Or solicited hoped to get.

Bumps on many roads I rode.
To carry on my back my own load.
And when I had enough of that stuff,
No one had to tell me to give it up.
Unpacked I did to do that.
And got that crap off my back.
Unpacked I did to do that.
And got that crap off my back.

Bumps on many roads I rode.
Until I ran out of gas fast.
And left behind me all that crap to leave!

Undoing it done to do.
And felt relieved.

Undoing it done to do.
Undoing it done to do.
Undoing it done to do.
And felt relieved.