Pretend
by louis gander

Pretending as I have since birth
right up to now, today -
those fun and selfish things I've spun
to get things my own way.

Well, I would always cry and whine
if I was not chastised -
and tantrums were my specialty
if wants weren't realized.

As teens, my friends and I would joke.
We'd smoke a cigarette.
We sometimes laughed at other folk,
without the least regret.

The beer I drank had proved me cool.
the drugs, to get me high.
Abortion took a precious life -
deception's selfish lie.

Yet at the top of my own list
were comforts by the score...
from better cars to bigger homes
and oh, so much, much more.

I thought about how good I was -
and things that I deserved.
I bragged about the good I'd done
and all the folks I'd served.

I slammed the door on all those things
I'd just as soon forget -
but stubborn guilt had gripped me so
and hadn't left me yet.

Convince myself, I still do try
and fool my closest friend -
but Heaven, though, cannot be fooled
and God does not pretend.

(author's note: I did not smoke, drink or do drugs)

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