Going Nowhere Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Going nowhere.
To stay there!
Like moss growing on a rock.
Remaining more stubborn than not.
To care to be aware,
For no one does time...
Come to find this done to stop.

Many heard will brag,
About being down to Earth.
Limited in experiences.
Without having to adventured life.
Or value the worth,
Of this blessing to explore.
To then realize,
That last phase will soon arrive.
When under the Earth,
Dirt awaits them to be covered with it.
Until grass grows,
To have someone paid to make sure...
That growing grass is mowed.

Going nowhere to stay there fast.

People claim,
To have their wishes and dreams.
And wants to feed their everyday needs.
As if from air to take for granted to breathe,
With a praying on knees.
Hoping God is listening to their flattery.
Stunned and overwhelmed,
By such amazing sincerity expressed.
And delivering immediately,
Are those gifts desired at their doorsteps.
Better than the ones,
Santa Claus was not able to bring...
Down their chimneys to satisfy.
Or leave them completely pleased.

Going nowhere.
To there.
Like moss growing on a rock.
More stubborn than not.
Passing gas and judgements!