The Past Is Left At Last Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Fortified stances enhanced and romanced,
Behind the strength of principles...
Followed to command.
And unmistakably unshakened,
To break defined beliefs...
Remaining to sustain a training,
Historically achieved.
With a staying unchanged or unchallenged...
Eternally.

Until they are...
Changed to never be the same again.
Until they are...
Challenged to leave nothing that remains.

The past is left at last,
To leave behind the laughable.
The past is left at last,
To be perceived as medieval.

The past is left at last,
To leave behind the laughable.
The past is left at last,
To be perceived as medieval.

Fortified stances enhanced and romanced,
Behind the strength of principles...
Followed to command.
And unmistakably unshakened,
To break defined beliefs...
Remaining to sustain a training,
Historically achieved.
With a staying unchanged or unchallenged...
Eternally.

Until they are...
Changed to never be the same again.
Until they are...
Challenged to leave nothing that remains.

And hence that past is left at last.
To leave behind the laughable.
That past is left at last,
To be perceived as medieval.

That past is left at last.
To leave behind the laughable.
That past is left at last,
To be perceived as medieval.

The past is left at last,
To leave behind the laughable.
The past is left at last,
To be perceived as medieval.

Gone is that past to leave at last,
And left behind as laughable.
Gone is that past at last,
To be perceived as medieval.

Gone is that past to leave at last.
And medieval.
Gone is that past to leave at last,
To move on.