Cheapened Craft Master (Proud and Quite Polished)

Quality once meant,
The difference between attention given...
To a service and product produced with love.
And not created to duplicate the earning,
Of a quick buck.
That is shoved into one's pocket.
Or the cussing out of someone precious.

Some determine the eye can be deceived.
Just like a lie is told over and over...
To have another believe.
And passed on to someone else to receive.
And there is no stopping it.
Once fixed and redefined.
Like a knock off design or one's taste,
For a fine wine.
To be given a quick diminishing overtime.
Like one who drips with quick lip...
As a substitute for what is hidden.

With dulled minds finding,
Even in mediocrity...
Pleasures have their satisfactions.

'Where are these fads and fashions heading? '

Cheapened craft master...
A genius of replication without depth to share.
Or a task that is reached to achieve better,
Than what appears.
And sparing little patience,
To appreciate originality.
And who cares about that?

The fact attached to manufacturing.

Or the work involved it takes 'that' to be...
Appreciated for what it is.
Or had been...
Before a peeling began to show,
A rusting that begins to grow.

Flawed up to become neglected.
Whether that is done to a piece that hangs...
Or the luring of someone to screw,
With a tainted point of view that's sold.
To be given its proper disrespect due.
And done with someone's approval.
With an anticipated expectation.

Of course denied but kept obvious.

The cheapened craft master,
Uses techniques that are bold and quite uniquely...
Craved,
By those who can say they possess...
To impress the ones obsessed by images.

Like those dissatisfied in relationships.
Who stay stuck and stick to stubborn beliefs...
They can not have better.

Like the eating of a piece of meat,
Just to do it because it is served.
With a disregard for preference,
One respectfully deserves.

'Once you can afford it your way...
Do it.
Or leave it where it is.
In these days and times...
There are few choices to be made! '

Quality once meant,
The difference between attention given...
To a service and product produced with love.
And kept proud and quite polished.
Knowing 'why' it remains to be valued.
With a love that goes unquestioned.
And today that is rare.

~I'm afraid to ask for something there,
That may be well done.
That's how I like it! ~

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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