In Private Conversation
When I accepted,
To take a mission I was given...
It was in private conversation,
And the information 'mine'.
When I was told those obstacles,
Would be my own to remove...
Others thought I needed help,
And they brought judgements...
And 'their' rules.
But...
This was my own ambition,
And my mission.
I had brought ammunition,
To complete my own deeds.
This was my own ambition,
And my mission.
Although...
Those who offered their critique,
Thought their steps would hinder me.
Those who offered their critique...
Not a clue they knew that I had keys.
When I accepted,
To take a mission I was given...
It was in private conversation,
And the information 'mine'.
When I was told those obstacles,
Would be my own to remove...
Others thought I needed help,
And they brought judgements...
And 'their' rules.
Those who offered their critique...
Not a clue they knew that I had keys.
Those who offered their critique...
Not a clue they knew that I had keys.
Those who offered their critique...
Not a clue they knew that I had keys.
This was my ambition and my mission.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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