After-Thoughts
I have no 'after-thoughts'.
Like some who may sit,
With wishes they had picked...
A different way to say what they feel.
In a selected way to express it.
I may suffer from foot in mouth disease,
From time to time.
But I do find my mind remains,
Healthy, free of nonsense and clear...
As if I could hear the sounds of distant bells.
Well,
Some have said to me...
Those bells I hear are not so distant.
As if to imply 'something' sarcastic.
And I can't tell the difference.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

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