Doings Done By Neighbors

The cost of false recognition,
Doesn't occur in the minds...
Of those with a ferocious appetite,
To shine.
At the expense of lost integrity.

To say they have none,
Would be grossly understated.
And so below par,
As to shame anyone devoted...
To do their best,
From the depths of a soul that is felt.

And not an empthy vessel pre-occupied,
By the doings done by neighbors...
Who take pride they can respect,
Their own privacy and others...
They do not neglect.
From behind and within their own walls.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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