Foundation Gone Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

A foundation in need,
Of complete and total overhaul...
Should not be debated.
On how it can be renovated.
With a coat of fresh paint.
And a few brass sconces,
Bolted upon ancient walls.
This to do may please some.
But for all,
The view...
Is a re-arrangement of the old.
And fails to introduce,
Something done fresh and new.

Difficult it is,
For many to leave the past behind.
To hear it claimed they wish,
A future that has...
More to offer than the past.
Outdated and can not last.

Difficult it is,
For many to take steps forward.
And rid themselves of relics.
Dust collectors and rusted.
Trusted to visions,
Of times that have gone.
Keeping many from leaving,
A past to move on.

A foundation in need,
Of a complete and total overhaul.
May take tears to weep from eyes to fall.
But if that foundation,
Is wanted to remain...
Strong and standing tall.
New walls must be built.
And minds will adjust to a future.
Or stay to sit.
Debating what should be done.
As that foundation under them,
Crumbles to worthless...
Unrecognized pieces and shredded pictures,
Of what it was to no longer exist.

"What happened to the foundation?
I finally found,
A good price...
For the brass sconces and also the paint."

-You took too long.
The foundation is gone.-