Beliefs Old Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

The young have grown.
To witness moons and sunsets gone.
Awakening to dew and new dawns.
Many kept unaware grow older.
Taking for granted the time that comes.
To go unnoticed how subtle change can be.
Believing what is accepted remains affixed.
Like a standing tree.
Or life itself that seems timeless.
Until appearances begin to defy such thoughts.

Yet remaining stubborn many do.
Hoping what has passed will return to experience.
Like the unpacking of treasured holiday remnants.
With pictures taken of them to revisit.
Over and over and...over again.
Leaving memories tested.
And understandings kept revisited.
Yet,
There is a price to pay.
Deep in the depths,
There is an ignorance wished.
An ignorance of past times not there to exist.
For the minds of today who find them useless.
And pointless to keep them,
Continually revisited.
When what was for them then,
Will not for them be again.
And difficult it is to pretend ignorance.
When those left ignorant,
Fear they are being threatened by change.
And the presence of it they wished it stopped.