Uniqueness

The only life one can live best,
Is one's own.
Free of anyone's professional interpretaton.
And needless guess work,
From notes gathered.

Those wishing to uncover thoughts of others,
With an understanding of what makes them tick?
And themselves going through mental analysis?
Have not as of yet begun a thinking process.
Or satisfactorily completed step one,
Of how to make thoughtful deposits are done.

And they are the ones who insist,
Upon having things done their way.
And wasting precious time trying to locate,
Which way their way is!
While others are required to be patient.

I am so happy it was enforced upon me,
Qualities I had at the time did not quite fit in.
At an early age!
And I was free to appreciate my 'uniqueness',
Without seeking to be directed by those considered sane.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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