Something Loved One Enjoys Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Why is it,
That something loved...
One enjoys to do,
Has to either be easy?
Or there is nothing else,
One has expertise...
With skills to prove or can use?

And those who choose,
What they most love to do...
To 'then' become successful too?
Well...
Many often accuse them,
Of doing it just to get attention.

'They were doing what they have done,
Since they were children.
To be ignored by everyone.'

~Sure.
Yeah, right.
But no one does that,
To have gone through what they've gone through...
Without knowing they would get,
That kind of attention.~

'Uh...
What? '

~No one sacrifices their entire life,
Devoted to something they enjoy and like.
To be taunted and lied upon,
With ups and downs, obstacles...
And other disappointments to face personally,
Does this for many years...
Going through heartbreak and tears,
Will do this without knowing...
What they have done to do,
To have others discover...
How successful they have been.
Will do this just for the enjoyment of it.
And...
Act so nonchalant about it.~

'How should they 'act'? '

~Like those 'other' famous people do.~

'Oh...
Like the ones we see on TV? And movies? '

~Yeah. Yeah. Like that.~

'Well...
Maybe they have had fame for so long.
That you 'now' finding out about it,
Has not changed their perception...
Of what fame and success is.
And your wish they had been more impressive,
To fake a respect from you to give...
They now know from you will not come to get.'

~But...
That's not fair.~

'What's not fair? '

~Them being 'all that'.
And acting like they are not.~