Lawrence S. Pertillar

(February/'47 / Connecticut, USA)

Very Few Would Object


If it was about obtaining money...
No one would have known my name.
Only deeds done have brought to me attention.
With a mission to accomplish the doing of it.
Like a tool used and for only that purpose.

If it was about flaunting 'bling' and 'things',
To have others accept me as a conformist...
I would not be disrespected with labels placed.
For purposes to humiliate,
With a taunting to disgrace.

If it was acceptance I chose to chase,
I would be like so many unable to face obstacles.
And if it was not for my faith,
To do that which I was born to do...
Very few would object or find a reason to.

Submitted: Tuesday, August 27, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, August 27, 2013

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