Rehearsing A First Impression Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Never would I wish to compete,
Upon those fields...
Depleted of challenges.
I've witnessed my own foolishness.
Admitting to limits of my competence.

I'm inclined not to accept,
Those invitations that produce stress.
Sacrificial?
I have healed from those contributions.
I prefer to administer my own tests...
That appear to be free of multiple choice.

And,
If I am seen blindfolded...
I am rehearsing a first impression.
I wish to leave a scent that pleases.
Or at least 'something' I donate,
To be considered as having value.