Sometimes With Nothing Profound

Spectacular and unconventional.
With a little bit of poverty.
And a lot of dysfunction.
But I couldn't pay...
To have my life any other way.

The names I've been called,
Over the years that I've been called them...
Have been fuel to ignite my desires.
And those who have done this,
Were mainly relatives too.
Choosing to be the worse critics.
As if a duty of it was to prove.

And over the years,
Sharing both laughter and tears...
So many experiences enjoyed I've done.
Lessons were many and they still continue.
As my curiousity expands...
To extend a bolder me that stands.

And with pen in hand...
I have been blessed to share.

And sometimes with nothing profound.
Just comments made to toss around.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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