Long Rusted In Shifted Dust Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Once one stops!
A beginning that had started...
For them comes to an end.

Although not official,
There is something about a lifelessness...
That becomes wasted on debate.
As the advancing of Sunset,
On them dims.

And yet,
Those appearing to be lifeless...
Seem to be all over the place,
Taking up space.
With activities insignificant.
But to what degree of insignificance?
This delays...
A validation to be confirmed.

And...
Observed to be wasting debates,
As time most valued...
Slips from them quickly.
While they remain in the process...
Of procrastinating efficient and effectively.

Although not official,
There is something about a lifelessness...
That becomes wasted on debate.

'Can we move on from this agenda.
To prioritize the last agenda...
That upheld the one prior to that?

Facts are facts.
And rest assured...
Progress,
As 'we' know it...
IS being made! '

And too late it becomes,
For the ones to get things done.
When a time that is perceived is kept,
To be borrowed and used at one's discretion.

With life's lessons that many come to learn,
Dismissed by those...
Who have chosen to invoke,
A reviewing of a point of view...
Long rusted in shifted dust!
And from a nonexistence...
The winds of time has blown away.