On the Wings of Pettiness
I am grateful not to ride,
On the wings of pettiness.
With those who live as isolationists.
This experience of life given,
Is a tremendous gift.
One should explore unlimited.
I am often reminded of my human-ness.
By others who live their lives in restrictions.
And I understand that point of view too well.
Before a self examination...
Removed my grip on delusions I depicted.
Without hesitating to throw a balled fist I held!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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