I Cringe
Cringe...
I do.
At the sound of an alibi.
And the ease by which,
They spill from lips...
Makes me want to run and hide.
Cringe...
From the sight of something overdone.
To impress someone.
And doing this as if,
Some status will be won.
Oh I cringe when people attend church and sin.
To do it over and over and over again.
Like a child denied something seen to quiet cries.
Even inside the most sacred of places,
People will be devious and tell some of the whitest lies.
Maybe it is from my own experiences.
Or places I've been.
That stresses my level of tolerance,
I find irritated now and then!
And 'age' does play a factor,
In one's mindset that becomes fixed...
To a stubbornness.
But of late I find that I cringe...
When it is obvious to me,
A deception is about to begin.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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