What For Them Was Isn'T Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

What for them was isn't.
Like the taste of a lollipop,
That has faded from one's memory.
The activity is remembered.
But the flavor of it is gone.
And many are trying to hold onto it.
With a savor craved...
That brings them to the edge,
Of a tantrum fit!

Since what sits in their minds from yesterday,
Hasn't for them really gone away.
They want it returned!
They want it to stay!
They feel betrayed by an enslavement made!

What for them 'was'
ISN'T anymore.
Or will be again.
For anyone else to be explored!

Those heard droaning in a whining moan...
Are lost and locked in a consciousness,
Soon to be all their own.

What for them was isn't.
It's never coming back!
That's a fact they wished attacked.

But from a clock that has stopped its tick tocking...
The hands on it sit!
And there is no movement witnessed from this.
There is no movement witnessed from this.
And there is no movement witnessed from this.
There is no movement witnessed from this.
No movement,
Is witnessed from this!