Some 'Hesitators' Carry Those Thoughts Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Each new day should for you,
Bring with it such renewed freshness.
And promises of beginnings,
With old endings dismissed and finished.

To step into tomorrow with today on your mind,
With discussions of those moments gone...
Is an injustice!
And seems such a waste of breath and time.

If people can not find,
They are not unwinding from yesterday?
These folks are simply afraid to live,
In fear of what others about them are said.
And some 'hesitators' carry those thoughts in their heads.

To live a life wondering,
What other people say about them instead!
Filling up spaces with dimmed lighting they do.
In convalescent homes.
And watching TV from remote controled beds.

'Bah hum bug...'

~And happy holidays to you too,
Mister Weinstein.'

And these same people are heard,
Saying they wished,
They had lived their lives...
Enjoyed in their own way.
And now they stare out of windows,
To feel all alone.
With no ringing heard from a telephone.