(February/'47 / Connecticut, USA)

Sitting To Wish

Time goes away not to stay.
Or await for anyone to witness it.
Time goes and quick and not too slowly,
From each day.
As the Sun dips to a fade,
Beneath a welcoming and seductive horizon.
Darkening the sky as seconds tick.
Without a minute skipped to allow,
A block of an hour of time stopped.
For anyone to delay and watch,
The giving to experience life to doubt.
Whether one decides to be active or not.

Time comes and goes not to stay,
For anyone sitting to wish...
In hopes to satisfy their own preferences,
To get...
An opportunity to benefit,
From someone else's efforts to endeavor.
As if they were created and from them to pick,
Which is more deserving...
To do this as an entitlement.

Time goes away not to stay.
Or await for anyone to witness it.
With complaints made to solicit them heard,
How the time they've been blessed to get and waste...
Seems to stay that way everyday as they sit,
Wanting more from life...
To expect what is wished to dream to appear,
If near enough for them to get up and get.

by Lawrence S. Pertillar

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