Broken In With Such A Comfortability

The only advice that I will accept...
You leave to give me,
Is to say...
'Walk on your path your way.'

Anything other than that expressed,
Will only come to delay...
My own footsteps.

And the shoes I wear,
Upon my feet...
Are not in your size.
Or broken in with such a comfortability.

So,
Do not come to try to compromise,
The glide in my stride.
Please don't try.

I've left behind too many tears,
To cry...
From these clear and opened...
Now dried eyes.

'Comfortability?
That's not a word! '

Oh yes.
You want to bet?
That's comfort with an 'earned' ability!
From my point of view...
That's 'my' definition.
And there's no need for further discussion,
Since I am the one who is proud to do the struttin'.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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