27/02/2017
A WAY OR AN EXCUSES
I should have... If not for...
I could have... Were it not for...
I wouldn't have... If not for...
Thats the common bane,
That keeps many in one spot,
Those who could have risen to a higher plane,
Sit around to complain,
About everything thats posing a hindrance,
Meanwhile, its their sheer ignorance,
That holds them glue,
They just have no clue...
All they constantly do is to merely dream,
Then wake up to wish for some luck,
When its not forthcoming they start to scream,
And to whine round the clock,
They wail each time they fail
,
Trying so hard to attract the sympathy,
Of some pity-parties,
With the tears of self-pity,
Which drench their eyes,
To make all and sundry believe the truth of their lies,
Earnestly praying for a mysterious serendipity,
Which they are sure will somehow someday arise,
From the horizon like the morning sunrise,
Not long, they sit around and cry,
When life takes them by surprise,
Rather than stand up to again try,
They quickly throw in the towel,
And unwittingly bid Success farewell.
Engaging in nothin' but a day-dream,
They sit to criticise those who are successful,
Until they successfully waste their youthful cream;
Hardwork to them is demeaning and stressful;
With folded arms, they sit to wish,
That life would give them their due,
Serving them a free sumptuous dish,
On some golden platter,
When life fails to,
It drives them bonkers,
Until they develop failure whiskers,
Sadly, there's nothing they can do,
Frustrated at last, they label the prudent ones as being selfish,
Impish men whose attitude are outlandish,
When they begin to feel like an out-of-water fish.
Why are you still here,
You try to ask them,
They sing you a satirical poem,
And blurt out with a sneer,
As if to say, why should I care,
They are all lucky except me,
I got the wrong side of the coin,
Born with no silver spoon, can't you see,
I proceeded from a wrong loin,
Mine are never-do-well parent,
Thats why the future isn't any transparent...
If only I had such and such,
I would have amounted to something much...
They ramble about, head bowed, uninspired and clumsy,
Relishing much respite from their excuses which are but flimsy.
How they love shifting blames,
And making some ludicrous claims,
Pointing accusing fingers,
As long as their misery lingers,
Its always there's and not my fault,
Everything I do happens by default.
See, you have no excuse to give,
As to why your life doesn't measure up to standard,
Quit merely existing and start to really live,
Learn to love and forgive,
Stop blaming mum and dad,
Conquer inertia, make progress,
Consistently be on your guard, don't re**rd,
Stop crying, keep trying, never to retrogress,
Courageously grab the bull by its horn,
With unflinching hopes forlorn,
Persistently pursue the purpose for which you were born,
Be inquisitively importunate and positively stubborn,
Don't watch your potential suffer abuse,
Dare to find a way... Not an excuse
;
In no time you'd surely find,
That Success is a function of the mind.
You have no excused...
(c) Poet4Christ
27th February, 2017.
Pictures inspires me a lot to write. Like this one above.
Shalom!
