Keeping Conversations Just As Stale As Ever!
When one is comfortable and accustomed,
To doing what one has done and still does...
For as long as that person has been on Earth.
With an identity attached and connected.
It is as natural as the air one breathes.
To expect one to be humbled by a few compliments...
Is like wishing a tree had more flexibility,
When a drunken fool runs into it.
Driving from behind a borrowed car.
The tree saw this coming.
But was not about to bend or move!
And folks keep doing the same thing...
Over and over and over.
As if from the act of it...
New discoveries are made!
And for a few...
Even new discoveries don't teach!
Folks keep doing the same thing...
Over and over and over!
Getting the same results...
And keeping conversations,
Just as stale as ever!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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