Without The Evidence Of It To Prove Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

A reliance on a selective short term memory,
To place blame on what occurs in one's life...
On others to excuse a consciousness,
One wishes to have accepted...
With a giving of a clemency to be relieved,
From being directly accountable or responsible...
For their own activities with the hope to have them,
Eventually ignored but not before becoming bored...
By 'someone' repeatedly reminding them how old they are,
Is what children choose to do.
To then beg for the keys to have use of the car.
And then asking for a couple of 'bucks' to keep it running on gas.

And perhaps for these reasons tasks are left undone.
Or abandoned as is accustomed.
Since a showing of 'some' respect with discipline connected,
No longer exists in the minds believing themselves unaffected.
And the reason why few adults grow older but not wise,
To be discovered today making their own decisions.
Too many children are masquerading in disguise,
With expectations to be accepted as men and women...
Without the evidence of it to prove.