Forward Moves Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Unbelievable as it may be,
Forward moves with them made to take...
Often is done,
As head, eyes, legs and feet together...
Are in a direction that is seldom debated,
Remaining in place.
Unable to face what is to come.
Allowing one the experience,
Of something learned not to expect.
And yet it happens.
Although incredible this task,
Seems to be for many.

Looking back at the past,
To continue to review...
What has been accomplished.
And with embellishment to do.
Reveals nothing fresh or new,
To uncover a discovery of change.
And this promotes nostalgic dreams.
Dreams revisited kept stale and pristine.
Unclean.
Without mentioning of bathroom use.
Or hygiene.

"Excuse me.
Your parlor?
Where is it? "

However...
Many with minds unchanged,
Remain today to do just that.
With higher expectations,
Those who have made forward moves...
Have long abandoned.
To experience fresh and new adventures.
And not becoming offended by what they find,
That has broadened their once limited minds.
And a way to find a funk that stunk,
Less romanced to enhance it.