These Times As They Are
These times as they are,
by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Will never be as they are to relive again.
They can be remembered to romanticize,
As those eyes on youthful days fade away.
But these times as they are,
Are not here to stay.
Ask anyone tomorrow who had been born,
The day before...
What hour lived would they like to revisit.
Would they patiently sit to contemplate it?