Decide To Take Flight As An Aging Fugitive

When did a common sense,
Once adored find its end?
And when did insanity...
Become one's welcomed friend?

I remember the days,
Those crazed were ignored.
Never did I think...
Folks like this would be adored.

Enforced conflicts,
Have been admitted addictions...
Few can quit.
With no one self examining...
The cause and effect of any of this!

When did a common sense,
Once adored find its end?
And when did insanity...
Become one's welcomed friend?

'You,
Old man...
Have ideals that have hit the fan.
And gone away like every yesterday lived...
Leaving people like you,
To chose to be a captive hostage...
Or decide to take flight as an aging fugitive.'

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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