Withering Rights Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

On my mind are these times.
With their withering rights.
And those who fight for entitlements,
Without one day spent...
Feeling obligated to answer a call of duty,
To protect and defend them.
While losing a vitality of their 'rights',
Overnight!
And visably shrinking to shrivel,
From their sight.

Leaving most people to feel uptight.
Like spoiled little kids...
Denied their demands for candy.

And on my mind I find,
A comfort still exists...
To rhyme it all with reason,
For purposes to increase my happiness.

And on my mind,
Regardless if it is accepted...
I am going to keep it real for myself.

Regardless of withering rights.
And those deciding to fight for them.
I owe it to myself,
To reach for heights.
Since in my sight...
They will not wither to leave me wondering,
Why this was allowed as I stood and watched.

My rights to life my life as I like,
Are not going to wither.
My rights to dream,
Are still mine to accomplish.