Once A Sadness Known Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Once a sadness known,
Has been had...
Many don't persist with it.
Many look for the exit.

Once a sadness known,
Has been had...
Many wish to heal and mend,
With a giving of forgiveness.

Some people sit...
And to do this all day,
They...
Choose to moan and groan,
As if they owe on a loan.

Some people sit...
And to do this all day,
They...
Choose to moan and groan,
As if they owe on a loan.

Once a sadness known,
Has been had...
Many wish to heal and mend,
With a giving of forgiveness.

Some people sit...
And to do this all day,
They...
Choose to moan and groan,
As if they owe on a loan.

Once a sadness known,
Has been had...
Many don't persist with it.
Knowing there's no benefit.

But some people sit...
And to do this all day,
They...
Choose to moan and groan,
As if they owe on a loan.

Yes some people sit...
And to do this all day,
They...
Choose to moan and groan,
As if they owe on a loan.

And then they,
Dwell in their pity fits.
People sit.
They dwell in their pits,
Just to get...
A bit of some empathy.

And then they,
Dwell in their pity fits.
People sit.
They dwell in their pits,
Just to get...
A bit of some empathy.

Once a sadness known,
Has been had...
Many wish to heal and mend,
With a giving of forgiveness.

But some people sit...
And to do this all day,
They...
Choose to moan and groan,
As if they owe on a loan.

And then they,
Dwell in their pity fits.
People sit.
They dwell in their pits,
Just to get...
A bit of some empathy.

And then some people sit...
And to do this all day.
Yes.
And then some people sit...
Just to do this all day.
Yes.
And then some people sit...
To moan and all day.
Keeping all that sadness.
And it it...
That's where they choose to stay.