In A Forward Movement Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

One early morning,
When dawn awakens those yawning...
It will come to some to be realized,
The ones whose minds are fixed...
Have left all regrets to a yesterday,
Missed.
But will not find them sitting,
In hours reminiscing to moan over it.

And a rising done as the sun clears the sky,
With something to accomplishment and pursued...
Is the only thought they have on their minds,
To do!
With a following through until the Sun sets.
Knowing their steps taken,
Were placed in a forward movement.
With a doing done regardless if anyone notices.