Nuisance

Your game is so obvious.
Tired and overplayed.
As a child I did those things.
And imagined myself,
The center of the universe.
You have no idea Who comes 'first'
In my life now for me.
To make what you do...
The amusing acts of a fool!
I notice them,
And that is all I can offer you.
But to delay my journey and assigned tasks?
They are not in your control.
If I had not stood out to become bold...
You would have nothing to accomplish,
But your ability to perfect your goal
To become a nuisance.
And that deserves no praise.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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