Flavor and The Taste Of What One Awaits
Those discouraged to grow and flourish,
Will reflect upon the environment represented.
And those who bemoan these conditions,
With no participation given to reverse these affects...
Will discover the senselessness of playing catchup,
When the very basic connection of life has been missed.
There has to be a consistent conscious effort,
Applied constantly...
From a naturalness that thrives and exists.
Or it is not going to happen no matter who insists,
What needs to be strickly enforced...
When that effort of daily discipline,
Has all but been dismissed from the mix of this!
Can a cake be made without flour,
Sugar.
Butter or heat?
Procrastination with impatience to achieve great expectations,
Is similar to plagiarising efforts made by another...
But finding it difficult to sustain an originality gained and maintained.
With a hope no one notices a brilliance introduced,
Is missing and has been as time marches on!
The flavor and the taste of what one awaits is gone.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!
