Preferring Nostalgic Glances Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Trapped to rehearse and perfect practices,
To satisfy a doing with a purpose unclear.
Since the doing in an atmosphere,
Has made such practices...
Scrutinized to be questioned,
By those unsure of a reason that fades.

Yet a fearing to let them go,
To welcome an unknown left unexplained...
Makes for the necessity of changes,
A process of growth...
Too foreign to fathom.
And too complex,
For those preferring nostalgic glances,
With demands for them to come alive...
Repeatedly before their accepting eyes.