Left To Rot Like A Fossilized Rock Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

If accolades come to be bestowed,
Upon anyone 'this' hour...
The following hour,
Whatever was done...
Will be forgotten.
And left to rot like a fossilized rock.

If it doesn't shimmer with bling,
To blaze after a constant buffering...
For some there will be no historic significance,
To remember who did what, why and when...
If not done immediately to impress,
With a value to leave an hypnotic effect.