Objects

To age and witness,
Degrading lives accepted...
With traps of 'things'
That within them bring no happiness.
Hurts to know
The life I love so much,
Seems out of touch
With those who wake up...
Finding nothing to express
A gratitude to profess.
Or confess a possession of pride.
Even if that is kept inside.
And I am thankful to God,
For allowing me just to open my eyes.
Hear the sounds of nature.
And walk on a path that still has obstacles.
I love the way God teases with surprise.
Man made objects never stay the way they are...
To satisfy.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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