Worthless Treasures

When shallow people do not grow,
They leave behind no legacy.
An empty hole widens in their ancestry.
And an influence of attachment is lost!
Gains made to sustain them...
Has been tossed aside.
And a pride and dignity has paid that cost.
They've been trick with trinkets,
Of no lasting value.
Worthless treasures...
Had been the measure of their strides.
Jealousies between them stale and dies.
And they are left without connection.
Great achievements of a heritage...
They have helped deface!
And this is their disgrace observed.
Leaving any remnants of this cascading...
To be mocked.
Until the last of it parades to fade!
To quickly be buried and forgotten,
By those left inflicting their demise!
Those watching from windows inside...
And hurling disrespect to themselves.
Do not comprehend with acknowledgement,
The window from which they viewed their passing...
Slowly upon them closes!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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