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To Do With A Doing Done
Things,
I could not get to touch...
Use to bother me.
And my wishes to want what I wanted,
So much without waiting.
Things,
I could not receive immediately...
Teased my mind and I would climb trees,
Literally.
To sit as high as I could on a branch I reached,
When I was younger and full of unlimited energy.
I fantasized my life as a bird flying high.
No one never told me I couldn't.
And I tried and tried until I would end up crying.
Disbelieving that my wishes,
Weren't so easily coming to me.
Things,
I could not receive immediately...
Teased my mind and I would climb trees,
Literally.
To sit as high as I could on a branch I reached,
When I was younger and full of unlimited energy.
Today acknowledging the many stages I have graced,
With so many dreams thought impossible...
That came to stare me in the face.
I know now it wasn't about 'things' I wanted to embrace.
It was about what I thought I could not achieve...
But did because my wants kept me haunted,
To continue that which I dreamed to do with a doing done.
poem
by
Lawrence S. Pertillar
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