Wishing To Want It Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

A commitment known,
To feel it and be meant...
Can never to others be explained,
Who believe to accept that sacrifice means...
Giving up one night of socializing,
With an arranging of a schedule...
Packed with appearances to make.
And at various eclectic invited scenes.

Spending a few minutes,
Doing something one claims...
Is a life long ambition to dream,
One eventually wishes to see succeed...
Can only be interpreted as a deception one uses,
To discuss in public to have others believe.
Since one who 'is' committed,
Does it with persistence done to not convince.

But,
And there is always a butt in Buttville.
For whatever the reason...
Those finding time to attend social events,
Think what another does to do to produce...
Happens from their wishing to want it.
Since with ease they seem not to stress or sweat.

'You can't be working that hard at what you do.'

~Why would you say that? ~

'You seem not to worry,
Over who may notice to be impressed.
And I make every attempt to address my activities.'

~And it shows in the quality of your endeavors.
They do seem to be done with little or no effort.~

'OH.
Would you stop that.
I'm not accustomed to such flattery.
Although I must admit,
I've been wishing to want it to get.
Thank you.
Thank you for making me feel,
So...
Qualified.'