Change
*Change*
Written: by Tom Wright
6/25/2018
Change sees the fading away,
Of many familiar things;
With the introduction of new,
Unease to some, it brings.
When change rears its head,
Many will kick and scream.
While others embrace change,
Seeing fuel for their dream;
Change is old tin plate photos,
Long browned by time.
Change that once cost a penny,
Is now on sale for a dime;
Change always spawns more change,
But sometimes change will lag.
Then we recycle old change ideas,
From our old Zip Lock bag.
When will man ever,
See change finally reach a close.
The answer to that question, friend,
Only God, in Heaven, knows.
Copyright © Tom Wright | Year Posted 2019
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