Do And Be You

Going through the motions,
As if programmed to impress...
With nothing left but an emptiness,
Only a felt loneliness can address...
Is less than living one's life,
Confessing a happiness lived.

Do what is loved.
Do what is liked.
Do and be you!
Sleep nights.
And have no regrets,
Of having to stretch that last dollar.

Think about it.
There are those wishing they had peace of mind.
And they have surrounded themselves with things.
With the hope that these 'things' will bring them,
A feeling of a sense of accomplishment!
And nothing done reflects anything that came,
From their own creativity to express.
And things will never bring one contentment.
Only a documentation to prove time spent,
Doing something for someone else paid the rent.

Do what is loved.
Do what is liked.
Do and be you!
Sleep nights.
And have no regrets,
Of having to stretch that last dollar.

Your worth is invaluable.
And if that is known...
Your abundance will always be obtained.
Since priceless is your presence.
And someone is always going to want...
Something deemed and thought of as precious.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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