Sunday, June 22, 2014

Passé

The ball has been set to roll,
It might not attain its goal.
The due trail has its own toll;
Embedded by a thwarting mole.

Is myth to be blamed?
The avant-garde are ashamed.
Those who remain unnamed;
And flounder to get tamed.

It was an archaic alliance,
To proliferate their endurance.
Like old and anew converse with cognizance;
To ascertain that passé is per se brilliance!

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