Aren'T You Glad You Came... Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Hollowed cycles to follow,
Produce nothing new to review as change.
Standards to value with outdated rules,
Lose their purpose for those ignoring them to choose.
And the ones refused inclusion,
To continue to expect the same disrespect...
No longer express a concern they have left,
With a caring once shown that has become less...
As to how those hollowed cycles to follow,
Are renovated with fresh paint...
To celebrate an activity attempting to illuminate,
Another way to follow the same hollowed cycles!

'What's the big deal?
I mean...
It's just a cycle of a routine unchanged.'

~Remember when we objected,
To them going the same way all the time to follow?
In a repetitive motion that kept us all hypnotized.
And then we began to protest with a wanting of change? ~

'Yeah.
I remember.'

~Isn't it exciting...
We've been invited exclusively,
To see them now go backward?
AND...
With effective lighting and a coat of fresh paint.~

'Thank God we got here early.
Look at the long lines of people,
Waiting patiently to experience the thrill.
And with a doing many will reminisce,
For the rest of their lives.'

~Aren't you glad you came to witness this? ~

'Absolutely! '