'Mythed' And Missed By Elders Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

One day,
And not too distant from the future...
When the existence of reality,
Is believed to be 'mythed' and missed by elders...
Remembering it as it slipped away,
Hopefully there will be mavericks...
Ignoring they've been called misfits.
Who will research and discover...
Artifacts from a time when their ancestors,
Made attempts to live honestly.
But those deluded eliminated truth.
And 'perhaps' with this discovered,
The youth will establish truth to pursue...
As something 'new' to do and fashonable too!

'WHERE did you get THAT?
I 'love' it.'

~I'm calling it 'truth'.~

'TRUTH?
I love it.
Where can I get it? '

~I'm not going to tell you.~

'Oh, comeon.
Don't be so selfish.'

~Okay.
But you have to promise me,
To keep it to yourself.~

'I will.
You know me.'