First to Complain About Obstacles
May those who throw stones,
Come to know...
What the baring of one's own burdens mean.
Shoulders left alone to carry their weight,
Do it...
Without anticipating to be assisted.
It seems as though those,
With nothing positive to offer.
Are the first to complain about obstacles.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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