The Dying Art of Being Sentimental

I believe that unlike elephants, mankind evolves carelessly

and moves further away from before, with each child born

Each generation less content and seeking more

of what they deem to be, their perfection of youth

Ever leaving those things perceived to be redundant

and of no relevance, to current trends and whims

Left choking and neglected on dusty plains of yesteryear

Consigned to inevitable death, but at least archived

Oh how I once pursued the perfection of my youth

and thus ensured, that children would ultimately be its testament

Oh how one searches for those tangible things, one’s parents had ignored

Embracing life completely oblivious to, the dying art of being sentimental

or what it takes, to consider the irony of its relevance, to every caring life

How it announces the reality, of drawing closer, to one’s own death

and ultimately highlights, how carelessly man has evolved, within one lifetime

by its irrelevancy and total absence, in the minds of one’s children and elephants...

* Words by Rob Pearldiver *

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