The Last One
See how change marks lot
Feel the surge of thoughts
Frame new play and plot
Change now mimics mime
Bargain for more time
To voice your own rhymes
Change feels very strange
Yield the dying range
Embrace thus due change
Flesh and blood and tears
Change dilutes old fears
Blots the scary years
If you feel forlorn
Know with change re-born
New pain strips what's torn
Hurts scream change full blast
Pain lays plain the cast
Yes from first to last
Change a story tells
Just how your tale dwells
Of a broken spell
Change if change must be
The truth that you see
Bitter-sweet honey
Know the chronic feel
Classic urge reveal
Dying as change heals
The last one runs wild
Change is seldom mild
To adult and child
Change alters all things
In a constant fling
Ever becoming
Leon Enriquez
30 September 2018
Singapore
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