Without A Reception Of Approval

At the end of each day,
This is certain...
Nothing that has been lived,
In a past that has been witnessed...
Will ever be experienced again.
By anyone.
Regardless who feels surpressed,
Oppressed.
Deceived or mistreated.

Only in the time we are living that is given,
Can any of us decide...
How deep we are going to breathe.
And 'if' anyone has to debate about that...
Perhaps life itself,
Is not a conscious 'thing' one does...
Without a reception of approval.
Or an acceptation one wishes to claim.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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