The Change I Want To See

Change is indefinite Yet unexpendable we remain Cigarette ashes A warm pot of coffee What more is there to sustain Days are random Life is detailed, severely Like old men on faltering days These are the things you ask of me Like child hood friends Remember me? This is the most I can do for you Like the rain that pours May never touch the same place twice Then again, there is that possibility The reality of this state of being Nothing is all that it will ever be And sometimes you learn to look at things As if they are to get no better Like single mothers on the first days of January A hymn for the things you’d love to change A prayer for the things you cannot "acceptance of what we cannot change"