Lawrence S. Pertillar

Gold Star - 48,706 Points (February/'47 / Connecticut, USA)

Woe Holders - Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

More than a few are shedding tears.
And...
The others that are standing near,
Appear to be lost of goals.
With a doing nothing but watching grass to grow.

They are...
Woe holders waiting to mold,
With wishes that have sat in regrets.
And...
Spreading easily negativity,
As if it was a cold to catch

It seems momentum,
From them has gone.
And no momentum...
Will not boost or benefit,
A mind not ready from woes to split.

It seems momentum,
From them has gone.
And keeping them down is a grip...
They wish to hold,
And not rid of it.

They are...
Woe holders waiting to mold,
With wishes that have sat in regrets.
And...
Spreading easily negativity,
As if this was...
A cold to catch

They need momentum...
To hold and not let go.
Without momentum...
They'll only grow old,
Wishing they had spent more time...
Being motivated in their minds.

They need momentum...
To hold and not let go.
Without momentum...
There's no benefit,
To sit and wish.

They need momentum...
To hold and not let go.
Or...
They will only grow too old,
Wishing they had spent more time...
Being motivated in their minds.

They are woe holders,
Getting old.
They are woe holders,
Waiting to mold.
They are woe holders...
Wishing they had spent more time...
Being motivated in their minds.


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Poem Submitted: Saturday, January 19, 2013



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