With A Standard Sold As Solid Gold

There is more nonsense being rejected today,
Than any other time in people's lives.
And this is the very same nonsense once protected,
To defend...
When it was regarded as a valued commodity 'then'.
With a standard sold as solid gold to hold as it glistened.
But today...
A three dollar bill if found and freshly printed by a circus clown,
Under a tent and on the ground with its image on it...
Would be treasured as having more meaning and purpose,
By those unaware where they are!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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