Increases In Staleness Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

The suddenness of quick endings,
Seem to come suddenly...
And not subtle at all,
Don't they?
Even in the midst of cocktail sipping,
This may occur.

Without warning,
A beginning that has promise...
To remain forever,
Caressed by an effervescentness...
Doesn't age like fine wine most times,
But flatens in taste.
And increases in staleness...
To produce a noticeable waste.

'Are you sure this is 'Chablis'...? '

And a staleness gone unprotected,
Eventually reeks with a stench.
Just like anything taken for granted,
That not longer supports...
But ends,
A pretentiousness that is witnessed.