These Are The Standards Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

As we approach a new day,
With a dragging behind us...
The comfort of old and stale ways,
Only those who have aged and stubbornly...
Insist that a keeping of their isolated ignorance,
Is kept to represent...
A progress their ancestors made,
When oil was used to light street lamps.
And people received their latest news,
Through gossip and delicious innuendos.

These are the standards to value and keep,
That has left mindsets like that crazed.
To leave a future rumored and with it created,
While sifting through museums to seek artifacts...
For evidence to prove as it is preserved and viewed,
That a progress had actually been condoned.
And to relive it again makes more sense,
Than allowing the unknown no one can control.
Or can convince anyone they had with intent invented.

'Yes,
We understand what you introduce to us is fresh.
But we have yet to validate the purpose or its benefits.
And if that can not be done...
What guarantee can you give us,
That the future will be accepted by everyone? '

~Giving it time to experience is the teacher,
We all have found as lessons learned.~

'Oh, Please!
SECURITY?
We have an intruder in our midst.
Will you come and escort him to the exit.'