Past Tense Poem by Kassem Oude

Some are bright in use of past tense
They reminisce about old events
Their mind idle despite acute senses
It's inflexible like dead cement

They fleet talk over life currents
Saying now's habits are abhorred
Strumming tales' chaplet times spent
They turn boring or rather bored

They're like babies prefer the sweets
Their main aim's what to drink, to eat
Care about gossips cast on the street
Ears are their sole source from elite

No PC on in rest or books
Lay supine or on pad recline
Bored stare while at room's nooks
Synchronize pulse with the clock fine

In most themes new or cyberspace
They tighten mouth as illiterate
Soon they quit the place in fast pace
To run to their shell behind grate.

Kassem Oude
On Wednesday, August 17,2016