From an Issue Having No Resolve

What more can anyone expect,
From an issue having no resolve.

A wasteless debate with those at odds...
Seems as predictable as one who procrastinates.

There is an agreement that nothing changes.
Like the staleness of an environment...
In the midst of a redundant progress,
That has sat on the verge of movement.

Only to be discussed by those who have aged in waiting.
Sitting on fences convinced of an award that comes,
Just for the endurance of doing it!
And professing there has been a joy spent.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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