Are you lost inside nostalgia,
blinded by its call

Self convinced the past is king,
old romance to enthrall

The facts proclaim much different,
in science and the arts

Awareness of what we’ve become,
the most illusive part

What you bought for fifteen dollars,
that CD with thirteen songs

Now can buy the music world,
Ipod’s carry on

The doctor’s diagnosis,
beyond mere life or death

An MRI can then confirm,
and protons will arrest

The scope of human nature,
to hold on and not let go

Ties us to a bill we’ve paid
—resent from long ago

(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2019)