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What's The Problem
(February/'47 / Connecticut, USA)

What's The Problem

Poem By Lawrence S. Pertillar

Temperatures rise,
With the rolling of eyes...
But,
No nobody seems to want to tell,
What is their problem.

Temperatures rise,
With the rolling of eyes...
But,
No nobody seems to want to tell,
About their problems...
To settle and to solve them.

Rolling eyes and moody pouting,
Giving attitude nonstopping...
With a rising of a heat to pass.
But no one has asked,
What's the problem.

Fussing with a cussing too!
As if this is a way to prove,
Being rude and talking crude..
Will even up a score.
But no one wants to take the time to ask,
What are the problems.
To settle and to solve them.

Solutions to confusion can be reached,
If people solved them.
But no one wants to take the time to tell,
What are their problems...
To settle and to solve them.

Gossip starts to leaking,
With a tit for tat-a seeking.
But nobody stops to reach out just to tell,
About their problems.
To settle and to solve them.

No nobody seems to want to tell,
About their problems.
No nobody seems to want to tell,
About their problems.
To settle and to solve them.

'Are you kidding?
That's all I hear 'everyday'...
People who've got problems.'

Oh yeah?
But are you listening to them,
With an assistance given...
To help them get solved?

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Comments (1)

Peeps generate too much verve in complaining 'bout what bothers them instead of directing their energies to productive solutions to all they continue to burst their arteries over! Good quillings, Lawrence!


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