Rarely Worth It

The difference between today and yesterday,
Can be likened to someone demanding...
Entrance into a home no longing standing.
But can not be convinced,
That the keeping to possess a key...
Is not going to return a time that has gone.
Even if one stubbornly sits amidst,
Fields of weeds thick and growing into trees.
Shouting as if their delusions...
Will become something prioritized,
By those who have moved on with their lives.
Since miracles egotized this size,
Are 'rarely' worth it with patience to witness.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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