Dispossessed
I try not to offend,
But then...
Someone has to knock against,
Those comfort zones that block...
Irritation,
Once in a while.
Just to heighten one's appreciation.
Afterall...
Who is better experienced,
Offending with irritation?
Wouldn't it be the one,
Who has had that done?
And knows all about,
Having a zone of comfort dispossessed.
And giving this much deliberation,
Why not deliver what has been given?
That's how I met my peace of mind.
With no regret expressed to those,
Who unknowingly helped me to find it!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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