At The Fence Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

At the fence!
And reunited with others who have come,
To listen and prepared to defend.....
Another round of embellishments to exaggerate.

They stand at locked gates,
With signs placed that warn...
'No Trespassing'.
'Escape From An Unwanted Fate'.

Once children in these same fields they played.
Exchanging visions and dreams with no fear of time,
That often comes to change childish minds.
Once children committed to remaining young.
And comforted to be among,
Those with familiar and similar ideals.

At the fence!
And reunited with others who have come,
To listen and prepared to defend.....
Another round of embellishments to exaggerate.

But time does not hesitate,
To move on from those who procrastinate...
With kept wishes to re-create a childhood,
To relive when young and things were done...
To allow a shunning over time that stuns,
Those who have become aging adults.

At the fence!
And reunited with others who have come,
To listen and prepared to defend.....
Another round of embellishments to exaggerate.

They stand at locked gates,
With signs placed that warn...
'No Trespassing'.
'Escape From An Unwanted Fate'.

Once children in these same fields they played.
Exchanging visions and dreams with no fear of time,
That often comes to change childish minds...
To allow a shunning over time that stuns,
Those who have become aging adults.

But some who have aged,
Seem not to be able to stay away...
From fences and locked gates,
That warn...
'No Trespassing'.
'Escape From An Unwanted Fate'.