Poem By Lawrence S. Pertillar
I wish someone would accuse me,
Of stealing my creativity from them.
When I've been doing what I do...
For more than 'fifty' years!
Not five, ten or twenty!
But FIFTY years.
How could that be?
You have 'yet' to leave your fourties! '
What am I thinking?
It just 'seems' as if I've been doing this...
For so very long.
'Tell us the story about how you were breast feeding,
While your mother accompanied you on the piano...
As you sang Ave Maria.'
That was 'not' Ave Maria.
It was the First Noel.
And don't laugh!
I still pride myself for having perfect pitch!