The Road I Went Through

In the tapestry of time, where moments blend, A tale of change, both foe and friend, Once vibrant hues, now faded, worn, In the canvas of the past, we're reborn. A yesterday, once golden and bright, Now lingers softly in twilight, Memories dance, in shadows cast, Reminders of what didn't last. The laughter shared, the tears once shed, In the changed past, where dreams have fled, Yet amidst the ruins, new seeds sow, From the embers, new stories grow. For change is not an end, but a start, A canvas where we paint our heart, In every brushstroke, a chance to see, The beauty in what used to be. The echoes of then in whispers flow, Through the winds of change, they gently blow, In the changed past, we find our way, Learning, growing, come what may. So let us not in sorrow dwell, On the tales the old days tell, But embrace the now, the yet to be, In the changed past, we find our glee. For life is a river, ever flowing, In every twist, a new story's growing, In the changed past, we find our art, A masterpiece of a beating heart.