Ultimately To Digest

Look not do I,
To you to give me 'props'.
Or acceptance of status...
To swell an ego,
You believe I've got!

Whatever it is I have achieved,
It is a love for what I do...
And so far that has not stopped.
With a thankful gratefulness for my blessings...
I have already screamed from rooftops.

And believe this or not...
Impressing anyone,
Was the furthest thing from my head.
Since those obstacles I've had to confront...
I alone had to conquer first instead.

So,
Look not to you I do...
To stop to bestow upon me 'props'.
I am motivated by my own intiative.
And to continue to do that...
Leaves me the first to say I am shocked!

I have been no stranger,
To what I have lived to see.
With a craving tasted daily to eat!
Ultimately to digest with nonstop observation.
And to do this with doubt sometimes hanging about...
Has helped me to comprehend,
The definition of amazement.
Since I do remember the attachment of its beginning.

'What are you doing in there, boy?
You better not be writing on those walls.'

Well,
Uh...
Okay!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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