Found Where They Decided to Stand
After reaching the top...
Full of themselves and peacocking nonstop!
Where do the scratch and clawers go.
With their blinded achievements reach...
Once the subduing and the beating of opponents,
Has been done.
With the burning of many bridges!
And skipping through hoodwinked relationships.
Backstabbed to get a position on the summit!
Where do those who have scratched and clawed go?
And will those who had healed...
Over time,
And 'below'...
Care to show them a bit of empathy?
When a not so slow declining descent,
Brings upon these 'achievers'...
Feelings of remorse and guilt that shows?
Or...
Will they discover,
A return finds them neither missed or reminisced...
By those who found where they decided to stand,
On the ground...
Happy and sharing meaningful lives lived.
And achieved...
When peace reached out to them from the Sun.
Proving with such glows bestowed,
They did not have to go to seek to reach to find.
All they had to do was to stand and 'be'...
To claim!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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