Rapid Are The Changes Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Rapid are the changes.
And those who have refused,
To either adapt to adopt or adjust...
Are still heard in discussions,
Between themselves to fuss...
How the old days were better.
As they gather in protests,
With wishes to stop the rush.
And the effect to prevent,
The wasting of time their lives have spent.

Rapid are the changes.
And those who have refused,
To either adapt to adopt or adjust...
Are no longer amused by being left behind.
With a finding themselves to discover revealed,
Steps to have been taken yesterday...
Have no one today left to show them the way,
How to revive that which has rusted...
Turned into dust and has long blown away.
Or either mixed with water and sold as clay.

'I remember we use to play there as kids,
More than fifty years ago.
And overnight they are trying to remove,
All of our memories with no regard to our history.'

~Where did you use to play? ~

'On what use to be an empty parking lot.
That stayed that way until I had grandchildren.
And 'now' they are building a baseball stadium.
To change all of our advancements made.
So no one will remember our contributions.'