Some often wonder, what's the hidden past? <br />As when a guest will view a friend's new room, <br />and here a photo: one has stood steadfast <br />but next to him a moon of space in bloom <br />in lieu of paper flower cut away- <br />that sheared, now taken face-but it's still there! <br />The gap so torn remains, for equal share <br />to each who stood. The whole of facts must stay. <br />The point remains in everything that's viewed. <br />The old had mothers (damn, still dear! still dear!) . <br />Mice need cats; institutions- the subdued. <br />The Marxists without Marx are more unclear. <br />The truth's so social. Single terms have lied <br />and widened ragged holes that we're beside. <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />Some often wonder, what's the hidden past? <br />As when a guest will view a friend's new room, <br />and here a photo: one has stood steadfast <br />but next to him a moon of space in bloom <br />in lieu of paper flower cut away- <br />that sheared, now taken face-but it's still there! <br />The gap so torn remains, for equal share <br />to each who stood. The whole of facts must stay. <br />The point remains in everything that's viewed. <br />The old had mothers (damn, still dear! still dear!) . <br />Mice need cats; institutions- the subdued. <br />The Marxists without Marx are more unclear. <br />The truth's so social. Single terms have lied <br />and widened ragged holes that we're beside.<br /><br />Glenn Bagshaw<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/still-in-the-picture/
