Your Flavor Tasted I Don'T Miss Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Your Flavor Tasted I Don'T Miss



There are some folks who practice,
With a doing to others shown...
An ungratefulness they quickly express,
To that which is easily given to them.
With a picking apart of it at their best.

And with a belief such ease obtained,
Can be destroyed until nothing remains.
With a hope that something better comes along.
That never does when God is the giver of the deed.
And regrettably too late what is ruined is wished,
To be mended and fixed as if renewed to be retrieved.

There are some folks who practice,
With a doing to others shown...
An ungratefulness they quickly express,
To that which is easily given to them.
With a picking apart of it at their best.
And regrettably too late what is ruined is wished,
To be mended and fixed as if renewed to be retrieved.

'You want what?
What we had?
Whatever we 'had',
I wish never to redo.
You aint a bag of chips.
And your flavor tasted I don't miss.
Get over yourself.'

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