For Many Countless Years

When I decided to look each one of my troubles,
In the face to eliminate with tolerated patience...
I began to pick replacements.
I had not realized I was feeding light to a darkness,
Until I stopped making attempts,
To share what was being taken for granted.

When I decided to look each one of my troubles,
In the face to eliminate with tolerated patience...
I said goodbye with a meaning meant to leave.
And turned my back to be received I did,
Into the arms of that which had been awaiting...
For many countless years to bring to me happiness.

by Lawrence S. Pertillar

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