A Dependency Upon A Kept Routine Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Perhaps it's a dependency,
Upon a kept routine wanted to stay...
With a wish that it remains as is,
That has tormented the minds of people...
Refusing to accept and acknowledge,
What is wanted and wished...
With a 'foreverness' to be kept protected,
Has over time found a way to change.

So many examples are on the scene,
To be observed and clearly see...
These times we now live,
Are far and away from times that 'use' to be.

Children are not the children,
Remembered to rush to playgrounds...
To climb on monkey bars and jump on swings.
Those little adorable munchkins grow quickly.
And today carry backpacks,
Stacked with confusing schoolbooks...
To then stop in their tracks,
When their cellphones ring.

And young adults trusted,
To follow aging old routines rusting to dust...
Have been accused of being destructive,
For not obeying rules they know are corrupt.

But to find them at fault for a lack of discipline,
Is another 'cop out' to blame all troubles on them...
By those refusing to be prepared,
For these times we 'now' live in.
And they are the same people protesting to make claims,
That a returning back to how things use to be...
Will restore a respect,
They themselves have yet to learn to give to expect to get.