In Need Of A Few New Moons Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Many still live in comforted days,
Long in need of a few new moons.
And not mentally equipped to accept,
Acknowledge or wish to understand...
A tick to tock,
Is the sound from a clock.
Moving hands on it forward.
Until the doing of it stops.

Yet...
Unprepared or willing to accept,
Are those who sit.
Thinking themselves as timeless.
Exceptions.

Even if they sat to ask questions,
For 24 hours...
Begging,
Not for answers.
But to be understood.
And all evidence,
Of freshly produced excuses...
Is less noticeable as time,
Outdates and ages...
To leave behind what's stale.