Died Feeling Comfortable - Poem by Paul Sebastian
Safe I was in my pool of water
I felt comfortable, like a king
Work and discipline didn’t matter
Should I? Have enough of everything!
Heat of comfort-zone slowly built
Excuses I made, didn’t budge a bit
Adapted to change with true grit
Unaware the heat got me cooked!
He could have jumped out, but didn’t!
Excuses had he to live on in comfort zone
Had he heeded advice, die he needn’t
Waiting countless died, bleaching bones!
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