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Grook - Comfort To Death

Complacency, leisure and ease,
Sloth is a creeping disease.
To take your first breath,
Put comfort to death,
Only then, the day you may seize!

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Anindya Mohan Tagore

February 18, 2016 at 10:25 PM

Kudos! Luke, Would you allow me to make a print out of your great piece of work for hanging in my office? Cheers to the poet, Bobby

Luke Irwin

February 19, 2016 at 5:19 AM

Please do, it would be an honor.

Andrea Dietrich

February 18, 2016 at 7:54 PM

Very profound one. Congrats on the well deserved win.

Janice Canerdy

February 18, 2016 at 7:09 PM

Good job, Luke--congrats on your win! Janice

Dr. Upma A. Sharma

February 17, 2016 at 11:23 PM

Congrats on ur superb winning write Luke.

Luke Irwin

February 17, 2016 at 12:18 PM

Your kind words are very much appreciated, thank you.

Poet Destroyer A

February 17, 2016 at 9:51 AM

Luke, Congrats on your Grook win. XOX ~LINDA~

Susan Gentry

February 17, 2016 at 2:06 AM

Congratulations!

Sam Jameson

February 16, 2016 at 6:38 PM

truthful and well displayed, a nice write. congrats, Luke, on your placement.

Timothy Hicks

February 16, 2016 at 6:08 PM

Congratulations on your spot in the contest, Luke. What worked for me was your "sloth is a creeping disease" line ... very original. Comfort is definitely a stigma that works against progress and success!