More Is Wilted Poem by Jennifer Louise Johnson

You speak of the vast beauty,
lands untold, skis of blue,
waterfalls and lilies,
fields of gold...
not mentioning the truth,
wars and lives left, forgotten,
castles and kingdoms shattered,
Do they not matter to your eyes? ..
You walk in a dream,
as if seeing each thing, for the first time,
when more has wilted away...
The tears from yestor years,
the memories of saints,
and kings and their knights,
banished in yesterday...
Tell me please, my friend,
how can you forsake history,
to not recall all that has walked,
and trended before you? ...