To Feed And Please Those Comforts

There are those who live lives,
Externally expressed.
Here on Earth...
To address and express,
Physical and material needs.
With an acquiring of abilities,
To feed and please those comforts.
With an aided dictation how to medicate complaints.

And there are those internally impressed.
Feeling from within they are on a mission.
A quest.
Although from the exterior they appear,
To be disconnected at best.
With an accomplished satisfaction...
Few would consider,
As a detachment from an 'accepted' normalcy.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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