In a world where change is inevitable we never see it coming
new and more advanced search engines
hairdos that shock us with color and multi dimensional form
faster cars that run on solar energy
foods syringed with synergetic fibre, may or may not be
lethal to our health...
Plastic trees and recycled items that make us wonder,
what was it once before ?
weather buffets that whip us one day and stroke us the next
hyper media intoxication that makes us beg for temperance
In a world that is one day your best friend and the next
I'm glad I have a home to come home to every night
I'm glad I have a family that never leaves my sight
I'm glad I don't like change enough to give up being
In this volatile world where nothing ever stands still for very long,
I'm glad I reached an age of appreciation, for the same old song.
Dec. 3, 2019
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