Routine of Deeds

From the rear is kept a preference.
Suffocating...
And yet,
Unwilling to glance ahead.
Or peek to see what it takes to lead.

From the rear is kept a preference.
Suffocating...
And yet,
Unwilling to glance ahead.
Or peek to see what it takes to lead.

And a whining done,
Is as consistent as one's routine of deeds.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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