Died Feeling Comfortable Poem by Paul Sebastian
Died Feeling Comfortable
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!
29.10.2015
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4/19/2024 3:28:03 PM # 1.0.0.1119
when the going gets good that's the time to be cautious the comfort zone is indeed a dangerous place thanks Paul-10