Treasure Island

Lawrence S. Pertillar

(February/'47 / Connecticut, USA)

Conditioned To Perform


Achieving to reach any notable status,
Doesn't happen with a guarantee.
Or comes painless to receive by one overnight.

Doubts are fought. Tears are cried.
With sacrifices made enduring loss of appetite.
And done...
Away from the eyesight of others.
Until daylight uncovers to expose one's deeds.

And then when one accomplishes to succeed,
The one likely surprised by it...
Is the one whose previous efforts had been dismissed.

Yet...
Even though humbled by the acknowledgement given,
The one reaching to achieve with just the wish to do it...
Is often the one devoted to discipline and focus.
As if conditioned to perform like a programmed robot.

Submitted: Friday, September 06, 2013
Edited: Monday, September 09, 2013

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