Noses Up Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Incredible as it may be,
Many with their backs turned.
Noses up and eyes closed.
Have dared to begin,
To question their beliefs.
As disbeliefs they kept denied.
Are everywhere from them not to hide.
And out to be observed.
Quicker than leaves change color on trees.
In Autumn.
To return again when Spring begins.
With it heard from those,
Lowering their noses.
How incredible it is,
Their quality of life...
Is not what it use to be.
As they remembered it.
Only just a few decades ago.
When they and their friends,
Walked to school and played in the snow.

"Why are you snapping your fingers?
And,
What is that?
Smelling salts?
What's your problem? "

-Just checking for signs of life.
You passed.
Temporarily.
It's okay.
You'll be fine.
You were only out of it.
For...
Well,
Don't worry.
Your adjustment shouldn't take too long.-