Revolving Door Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Finally,
An agreement between those made,
Who have argued for decades...
Over that which they have regarded as important,
Has taken a temporary recess.

'God answers all prayers.
So...
What between them has been decided? '

They've all agreed to leave the revolving door,
As is.
With volunteers to provide the daily maintenance.
And to replace the color of it,
Every twenty years.
To give the younger generations a sense of change,
And progress to believe in.

'But...
The door.
It 'still' remains a revolving door.'

Perhaps.
But many have yet to notice it for what it is.
And changing its color once every twenty years,
Will unify those with renewed commitment.

'But...
It 'still' remains a revolving door.'

You know this.
I know this.
However...
They?
With their standards to value?
Are not that conscious.