Getting Things Done Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Criticized!
Are the ones,
Getting things done.
To be despised,
By those quick to sit on fences.
Who realize,
What they do to not do...
Too late!

Only the ones who sacrifice,
Create for others opportunities.
Without being selfish to satisfy,
Their own needs to please.

Criticized!
Are the ones,
Getting things done.
To be despised,
By those quick to sit on fences.
Who realize,
What they do to not do...
Too late!
To appreciate...
What others do they don't have to do,
To prove an approval they await.

'Whose going to waste,
More time to find to do that? '

-Not me.
I aint got the patience.-

'And whose going to listen,
To others complaining?
Without mentioning their own troubles
They carry on backs stacked?
And 'still' take crap from others? '

Criticized!
Then lied upon.

-Not me.
And do it to have,
Someone not at least...
Fake an appreciation?
Even a nodding of one's head,
I would accept...
As some acknowledgement,
Of being pleased...
Whether or not it was pretended.-

'Suppose you were criticized.
Lied upon and deceived?
Stepped on your toes 'and' provoked? '

-I'm still getting things done.
No one can change people like that.
And in every conversation,
I have ever had with God...
Nothing was mentioned,
About adding miracle worker...
To my job description.
God already knows I still struggle,
With the idea of being humble.
However...
A stepping on my toes,
Requires my immediate request...
That God and I discuss,
Whether I deep breathe or...
Prepare to take a swing! -

'You mean,
Fight? '

-No!
Go for the knockout.-