A POEM FOR THE LAZY BONES.

NO ONE IS COMING.


No one is coming,
Stand firm, keep running.
Forget the time is slow,
Keep the troubles low.
No one is coming,
Keep the two lips laughing,
As you see the problems growing,
Just keep on confronting.
As you see the days leaving,
You feel the scary feelings,
You are trembling, tripping, and falling,
Why not keep the train fast moving,
And leave the sadness stunted.
I wish to tell you something,
Unite your soul and body,
To embroidering your body,
With honour and glory,
And be that man upholding
The best in him; don’t give in.
Why no one is coming?
Because they can’t withstand it,
I mean the problems you are facing.

  (C) HYBRID