All Things Change
Comes the time when all things change --
The finely-groomed dog will get the mange
A warm summer's day gives way to the storm
Even the cloistered student flees the dorm!
The moon goes through its various phases
And I, the poet, will avoid overused phrases,
Though I'll admit, I'm a fan of the status quo
Becoming anxious when sleet turns to snow
Nothing stays the same forever, inevitably,
I must become accustomed to what's to be.
Like it or not, it matters not, things change
Seems at my age, I wouldn't find it strange!
Written December 8, 2022
Copyright © L Milton Hankins | Year Posted 2022
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