<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=444311" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Those Who Value the Emptiness of 'Things</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">They were raised with beliefs, <br>They should compete.<br>Brothers and sisters...<br>Separated by jealousies, <br>And envy condoned.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They speak of favorites...<br>Picked and solicited, <br>By parents who thought of them<br>As part of a litter.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Not one of them knew love...<br>Since this was not shown.<br>And that which is not known, <br>Is reflected by shallow misgivings.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And in an environment<br>That offers deception to shine<br>Behind the minds of those<br>Who value the emptiness of 'things'...<br>Over a missing self worth! <br>Flourishes in deceit.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Diminished in those, <br>Still holding onto its existence! <br>Is an encouragement self contained.<br>Yet showing an absence that craves, <br>An attention too long ignored! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">But then again...<br>Truth has not been welcomed, <br>As a friend either! <br>And this is widely reflected, <br>From generation to generation<br>Of those obsessed to possess...<br>Costly sensations, <br>To appease a loss unprevented!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Lawrence+S.+Pertillar">Lawrence S. Pertillar</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=444311" data-title="Those Who Value the Emptiness of 'Things de Lawrence S. Pertillar" data-description="They were raised with beliefs, They should compete. Brothers and sisters... Separated by jealousies, And envy condoned. They speak of favorites... Picked and solicited, By parents who thought of them As part of a litter. Not one of them knew ..."></div> </div> </div>

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