What Life Is To Live It
Lawrence S. Pertillar 1947 (Connecticut)
I have had my mistakes to make.
On a path I decided for me I would take.
And...
If there is anything I have learned,
As I grow older to age.
Is to mention less than I actually know.
About my own experiences.
Earned and not to me given.
While listening to those attempting to show,
There are benefits from keeping,
An awareness limited to a consciousness...
Valued and restricted,
To a shared and down to Earth ignorance.
Everywhere accepted and approved.
What life to live it is,
Means much more....
Than to have it heard to hear.
Without personal chances and risks to take.
Attempting to avoid,
Escaping away from pain and heartaches.
Hoping that to do is an easy decision made.
As long as one believes,
They have the right to delude.
With a doing that done,
To stay as far away from truth and reality.
That keeps the living of their life to live,
Strictly limited to fiction.
Regardless if their burdens,
Remain on their shoulders.
Are there.
Obvious to witness them to bear.
'Why do you refuse to accept what's going on.'
'What do you mean?
I can't accept what's going on?
I'm living my life as best as I can.
And you seem to be the one,
Unable to accept...
My truth to live my reality.
As if your business should be my priority.
I'm willing to bet,
If you mind your own business...
You will have less time,
Being in the business of mine!'
'I...uh...'
'What?
I have enough problems as it is.
Without people like you,
Trying to find a way to make your nonsense...
A normal life to live.
And there is not a single proof or evidence,
Of it anywhere.'
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Written on October 08, 2023
Submitted by lpahtillah on October 08, 2023
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Closest metre | Iambic tetrameter |
Characters | 1,556 |
Words | 346 |
Stanzas | 5 |
Stanza Lengths | 14, 17, 1, 11, 7 |
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