Poem By Lawrence S. Pertillar

In this moment and time,
Even the finding found of hindsight...
Is a wasted vision.
To keep the worthlessness of it.
Kept to spend in reminiscing.

The could of's and those if's.
Lay as dormant as ever.

Too meaningless it is to wish.
By those today,
Awakening with enlightenment.
And common sense.
To had before refused to use insight.

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