There As A Mausoleum Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

It isn't there sitting,
To provide incentive...
As it was mentioned to be intended.

It is there as a mausoleum,
Representing those of false pretensions.
A home for ghosts...
Claiming to have been,
A place for those with unique ambitions.

It isn't there sitting,
To promote or provide incentive...
As it was mentioned to be intended.
If it was...
It would be thriving with life.
Day and night!

But the caretaker overseeing it,
Has other internal battles yet to overcome...
As they wander the halls to wonder,
If the battle won has been worth the fight.