Are you lost inside nostalgia,
blinded by its call
Self convinced the past is king,
old romance to enthrall
The facts proclaim much different,
in science and the arts
Awareness of what we’ve become,
the most illusive part
What you bought for fifteen dollars,
that CD with thirteen songs
Now can buy the music world,
Ipod’s carry on
The doctor’s diagnosis,
beyond mere life or death
An MRI can then confirm,
and protons will arrest
The scope of human nature,
to hold on and not let go
Ties us to a bill we’ve paid
—resent from long ago
(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2019)
Guardians Of Tomorrow
All history must we study,
but not enslave ourselves
As we forge on in tribute
—intrepid to foretell
(Dreamsleep: December, 2019)
Spitting In The Wind
Death is not a failing
—only its denial
(Dreamsleep: December, 2019)