Not On A Search And Recovery Mission Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

The old ways.
Are fading quicker...
Without hesitations made.

There are some,
Wishing a slowing down was done.
To re-evaluate and save...
The very best of those yesterdays.

The old ways.
Are fading quicker...
Without hesitations made.
With few reminiscing,
How things use to be.

A rush to a higher consciousness...
Comes regardless of those disliking it!
Those preferring to keep themselves hidden.
And not understanding that eyes cleared to see...
Can see where they are, who they are, where they hide
And who they have claimed to be!

The old ways.
Are fading quicker...
Without hesitations made.
Along with children's tricks.
And those adults who played them...
Too often with addictions,
They could not grow up or away from.
With excuses made as if to influence,
By the use of leftover ignorance.
And expecting an acceptance,
Of a refreshened forgiveness.

'What concepts of this life,
Connects in their minds? '

You familiar with that song,
'Que Sera, Sera'
Whatever Will Be Will Be.
And it goes on to say...
The future's not ours to see!

Well...
Let this be said,
Some folks aren't in the 'moment'
To see anything!
Future, present or past participles...
Addressing the texture of the one with perfect nipples.
I am not on a search and recovery mission.
And no guilt befalls my peaceful sleep.