Awaiting A Stagecoach To Pass

It seems as if,
The more aged divisive tactics used get...
The less significant are those who choose sides,
To declare their affiliations.

As each generation accepts an expanding reality,
Those holding onto conflicting beliefs...
Of a yesterday gone,
Only influence those molding with their limited myths.

There is too much to acknowledge.
With an observation that exists.
There is too much awareness,
That can not be resisted.

And those still insisting to turn back the clock,
With their values and standards,
That have long ago stopped.
Seem to frantically wish their delusions stay.
As each season comes to push...
The old ones away.

It seems as if,
The more aged divisive tactics used get...
The less significant are those who choose sides,
To declare their affiliations.

Disbelieving these times lived,
Have begun speeding away to leave them standing.
Debating to catch the next steam train at the station.
While many are awaiting a stagecoach to pass.
Or an announcement that arrives,
Delivered to be distributed...
By a mail carrier riding on the back of a horse.

'Finally you are here!
Do you know how long we've been waiting? '

~Are you all seeking employment at the carnival?
I've just left from there.
It is two miles back in that direction.~

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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