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Change, Change
Things are not what they should be.
The younger ones see change as necessity.
The grapes hanging on the genetic tree,
are ripe, ready, defying entropy.
The rain forms a prism bow when the sun shines thru.
Makes you think of winter snow turned to spring dew.
Soul sustenance tastes better and spiritual lactose intolerant free.
You can eat manna bread, and dreg hate trash from a love sea.
This is how change ... change ... change, truly ought to be.
Beautiful butterflies bursting out cocoons, flying free.
Change ... change ... change will happen at the end of the day.
The children of tomorrow should be given a brighter color than gray.
Things are not what they should be.
The younger ones see change as necessity.
As for the future, together we must strive to make it great,
and pray that the past was not a present redeemed too late.
7/23/17
Collaboration Contest
Sponsored by: Jan Allison
Copyright © Freddie Robinson Jr. | Year Posted 2017
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