Changing Times
Some people haven't changed but time flies,
the karma's the same between lows and highs;
people speak now when they never wanted to,
I won't forget the things you used to do.
From shaded windows I hear groans and sighs,
you're forced to adapt when family multiplies,
someone said: 'You'll never move from here,'
It's our business - mind your own, my dear.
There's a signal, marker, when new life cries,
everything's forgotten, dramas, traumas, tears and lies;
I'm re-born, start again, now there's no more pain,
a slight smile, incredulous, while I watch the rain.
Now I know, after all this time, no one dies,
when we go, transient, it's adieu and not goodbyes.
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