Ending of Pretensions

Like a brisk wind cool and quick,
To come a leave a resettling of dust...
To reconnect as dust to again settle.

With few remembering where it sat.
Or where it was at before the disturbance occurred.

As this is done,
Some are numb.
To anything or anyone.
And caring less if the Sun,
Is a solid or a ball of gas.
Few even bother to ask.
It's just a piece of heat.

An adult status has arrived!
Surprising some as it comes.
An acceptance fits without it being compromised.

Many bemoan age.
As if it can be skipped!
As if a youthful glow stops it.
And we can decide to hide.
From a process that adopts death.

Others find their happiness,
With an ending of pretensions.
And whistling freely.
Worthy of a skipping around the bush.
Picture it...
A skipping done absent of concern.

'...and 'this' has something to do with,
The brisk of wind?
That is cool and quick to come and leave? '

Well...
That depends on your fortunes.
I hope you are not relying on me,
To provide reason, purpose and clarity?
You should know I do not live in your neighborhood!
Does it appear to you I am trying to locate comprehension?

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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