In with the new, out with the old.

A growing sobriety-

dedicates minds,

thick and thin;

respectfully rearranging,

societies glue.

Where within walls,

loud men signal their disciples.

In homes, they meet accordingly.

Splitting wicks,

while shortening the fuse;

they gaze upon no longer,

sought no further.

Remnants remain just;

A generation worn.
 

Author's Note

This composition is a tad different...I'm expecting mixed reviews, but enjoy...be sure to-Read between the lines-ch

Check out my other work aswell, I will greatly appreciate any feedback!!!

Reviews

[Bishshat]

Its good I like it.

[Matt Shriver]

Great poem. Very well written. Amazing read. Well done.

[Margaret Marie Hubbard]

"respectfully rearranging, societies glue."-----This needs to happen in reality! :)

[Timtim]

Interesting poem... It reminds of or Troy.

[Holly O'Brien]

nice poem...sounds like you did some free lance poetry here but there are probably many ways to interpret this. Maybe if I had some brief description of some sort I could take it from there. But for now I will say I loved the combination of the words which seem to hold secret codes of their own.

[Don]

To me, it seems like you are trying to fit in better within what society deems to be acceptable, but you are still drawn in by the people that society disproves of.

Of course, this is my interpretation, and I could be missing the point entirely.

[Warren L.G De Mills]

interesting but i dont quite understand...

[Siddhartha]

A nice poem Chris...I sure had to reread it many times...The secret here is reading between the lines..or is it???A refreshing piece of work I must say...

[See ya]

I thought of all things that eventually get old.
The buildings get knocked down so newer ones can go up.
There used to be this hotel that held memories for me that was knocked down and a supermarket was thrown up in no time.
When is the last time you saw a payphone on the street?
Even the parking meters you know the ones, you slid the coin in and turned the dial. Now they have digital ones.
How long did some of us watch the big booty Televisions? The thickness never bothered us. But now, the flatter the screen the happier we are.

In with the new and out with the old. How about athletes....they reach a certain age and they have to retire cause the younger players are in waiting.

[John Jackson (El Juero)]

A refreshing point of view-one I must consider. I felt that you were speaking to me, the middle aged wick splitter.
My body is worn, but the garden in my mind is in full summer.
Thanks for the read.