To Excite One to Boast
Each day comes...
With a renewed freshness.
Nothing arriving with dawn,
Is linked to a hopelessness...
One adopts or carries on.
Especially if this
Is something to escape from.
And nothing one misses,
To sit and reminisce...
Or whistle in song!
Unless it is wished,
To support a new beginning...
Coming and admitted.
Although stunting a growth,
These actions bestow.
Leaving very little,
To excite one to boast!
Some stop to argue this.
As if there is pleasure sought...
In seeking a happiness
With a welcomed and visited shallowness.
Unsuitable to live in the moment they are.
No matter who attempts,
To hold onto what is gone for long!
Never to come back...
Whether right or wrong!
Or in debates prolonged!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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