Your Tools

You've been born with certain tools,
You have not yet to use.
But there they are to sit,
Because you have not picked...
To choose them.

Your tools,
Are there for you to use...
But you are very quick,
To get rid of them to boot them!

Inside,
Your mind..
They're there,
If found useful.

Your tools,
Are there for you to use...
But you are very quick,
To get rid of them...
To boot them.

Inside,
Your mind...
You keep them remote!
And demoted to float.

You've been born with certain tools,
You have not yet to use.
But there they are to sit,
Because you have not picked...
To choose them.

Your tools,
Are there for you to use...
But you are very quick,
To get rid of them...
To boot them.

Inside,
Your mind...
You keep them remote!
And demoted to float.

Your tools!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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