There comes a time in one's life, <br />No matter how they were raised... <br />And who wasn't there to attend their graduations. <br />That a placing fault and blame on someone else, <br />Becomes a noticeably aging school yard game. <br />Even to those children presently in elementary school. <br /> <br />Conversations based on consentual sex, <br />And baiting hatred between races... <br />Just to avoid things they way they are, <br />To feed an encouragement of more conflicts... <br />Is a sign of minds out of time and function. <br />And an observation of this is not a wish but in existence. <br /> <br />People have flipped out of their minds. <br />And it may be contributed to their diets. <br />Or a lack of daily exercise. <br />But whatever it is this can not be dismissed for what it is, <br />No one is in a position to accuse someone else, <br />Of being envious of their standards or lifestyles. <br /> <br />To say many people known, <br />Are already left alone... <br />In their own ineptness, <br />Is not a threat. <br />Nor is it a warning. <br />It is reality to others shown who see it.<br /><br />Lawrence S. Pertillar<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-noticeably-aging-school-yard-game/
