Goosebumps With Shivers

Countless nights I use to lay in fear,
Sleepless and wondering how safe...
My personal security I held dear,
Was being jeopardized by those I could not see.
Someone around me I was told to believe creeps.

Goosebumps with the shivers I would get daily!
Looking for that man who bogeyed to boo.
So I danced with a golf club in my hand.
Prepared to hit a hole in one over par.
Whenever given that chance.

And today that fear from me has ceased.
Since I discovered those wining and dining,
Have invested their self interest only...
In protecting their own treasure chests,
Kept on shores hidden somewhere overseas.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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