Regardless Of How High A Horse

I have lived long enough to learn,
A repeated ride on a merry-go-round...
On fixed and painted horses that go up and down,
Has nothing to do with a scenery unchanged.
No matter how I insist with an addiction,
To grab hold of a brass ring that teases.
As if the prize for accomplishing this monotonous ride,
Will have an effect on the environment I left.
Showing to reveal my sense of pride.

To then return with excitement and have this reflect,
On others unimpressed...
By an accomplishment I have achievement to receive.
And prepared to share with 'whomever' is there.

I have lived long enough to learn,
That my experiences that I have earned...
Is not going to make a difference to those indifferent.
Regardless of how high a horse I had sat on!
Whether it went up or down OR jumped through hoops,
To qualify me a winner.
Or the number of times I tried to succeed.
And did.
Because I believed I could.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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