Replayed In a Staleness Saved

Those remembering yesterday who said it is never too late...
Are those today who say how fast time has passed.
With wishes they had not sat to watch it,
Leave them and their procrastinations...
Rush by them without hesitation.
To age in dated excuses,
Replayed in a staleness saved!
For purposes to conduct discussions,
About the good old days!
With applied embellishments,
And exaggerated activities...
Just to induce another round of delusions,
That heightens with brightness one's self importance.
Detailing daily fresh versions of changed facts.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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