Under The Influence Of Circumstances

We raise what is planted.
We reap what is sown.
We harvest to eat what is cooked.
And these trite expressions,
Go on and on...
As we visit our ailments,
Whether they are locked up...
In jails or prisons,
OR taken to our doctors...
To be cured of them or hospitalized.

And still to this very day,
There are folks who will not admit but deny quickly...
Their direct involvement in their own aches and pains.
To confess emphatically,
Of a doing of the best that they could do...
'Under the influence of circumstances'.
And yet express regret,
They often mention to attempt to forget...
It had been those same circumstances,
They had been warned by others to avoid or experience.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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