Things Change

This great big world is full of noise, Emanating from both girls and boys; Many are the varied voices, Many are the varied choices; All who trod upon earth’s terrain; Who honestly view the fields and plains; Anyone standing on First and Main; Clearly must see the same; Things change! All our wishing, all our crying, All our efforts, all our trying, Cannot reclaim our history past; Alas! The time has come at last. This the phrase of men with vision, For else there’d be no television. No jets, no planes, no autos, no trains, Windows merely just glass and panes. For in this realm, or earthly range, The sounds of human discourse clang; Against the powers they can’t explain; Unable to except this fact. Things change!