The greatness of those who verbally express...
Whether with pen or deed intended.
Once did capture those moments,
In a time now gone and lived.
Yet endlessly prolonged in depictions never to finish,
For those stuck in memories of outdated prose.
As others make attempts to emulate,
Those treasured moments long gone.
Some cling onto language butchered,
In the hopes to refine those times overrated.
And glorified to uncover a sense of depth in imitation.
Leaving today's ills to be sweetened tomorrow.
To find they too have become idealistically romantacized.
Deep in the giving of much remembered attention.
And serviced with orchestration,
That invites probable applause.