There was a time in my life, <br />When I would rather write than talk. <br />Eat, walk or sleep. <br />I was taught early, <br />To stick with my interests. <br />And protect with respect to keep. <br /> <br />I had to get better, <br />Because nothing I did pleased me. <br />I didn't have to seek critique from 'enemies'. <br />What I inflicted upon myself, <br />Made the doings done by someone else... <br />Easier than they believed. <br /> <br />I use to attempt to teach my experiences. <br />But impatience got the best of me. <br />Especially when it was thought by others, <br />What I did not require sacrifice, devotion or discipline. <br />And this was instilled in me as a child. <br />From the very beginning I knew my smile, <br />Wouldn't pay a bill no matter how nice it was.<br /><br />Lawrence S. Pertillar<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/now-matter-how-nice-it-was/
