Cozy Up To Woes Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Nothing is finished to be done.
With more of life to come.
To bug or cuss or fuss about,
For another day...
To see or hear someone's displeasure.
And with intention to display.

Some awaken each morning that dawns,
Complaining about maintained pains.
Some awaken and can not wait,
To feel unchanged aches...
Felt to remain the same.
Regardless if the Sun shines.
Or if clouds appear,
To pour down some rain.
Prepared they are to find time,
Entertaining a whining to remind...
Anyone within reach,
Of their ability to cozy up to woes.

Run from one to another just to...
Cozy up to woes.
And hoping someone also too,
Has woes they can't let go.

Nothing is finished to be done.
With more of life to come.
Affording some no time to run from,
Those cozy with their woes.
And showing up before the Sun,
Has cleared the horizon.
Prepared to share every detail,
Of 'their'sorrows from a yesterday...
With the ones they disturb abruptly,
Who are not given the respect...
To forget,
How a headache came and stayed.