Living Has Its Risks Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Living, has its risks.
Living, can't be done to sit.
Living, to do it...
Has to be adventured.

Living, has its risks.
And living only benefits,
Those who take their chances...
To advance and be enhanced.

Few have dreams come true,
Without getting up to make a move.

Living, has its risks.
Living, can't be done to sit.
Living, to do it...
Has to be adventured.

Living, has its risks.
And living only benefits,
Those who take their chances...
To advance and be enhanced.

Wishing to be wanted can't be stalled at all.
Or put on pause...
As if what is wished and wanted,
Awaits for a rule to be passed by laws.

Wishing to be wanted can't be stalled at all.
Or put on pause.
Living has its risks.
One must take their chances.

Living, has its risks.
Living, can't be done to sit.
Living, to do it...
Has to be adventured.

Wishing to be wanted can't be stalled at all.
Or put on pause...
As if what is wished and wanted,
Awaits for a rule to be passed by laws.

Wishing to be wanted can't be stalled at all.
Or put on pause.
Living has its risks.
One must take their chances.
To advance and be enhanced.
One must take their chances.
To advance and be enhanced.

Living, has its risks.
Living, can't be done to sit.
Living, to do it...
Has to be adventured.