Poetry

Change (#1269)

There’s nothing quite like change,
And its ability to rearrange,
I concede that change can occasionally elate,
But often it tends to decimate,
An indiscriminate predator on the prowl,
Hunting us like we were wild waterfowl,
The key to change is to adapt,
No matter how hard we get slapped,
After it strikes, everything feels so strange,
One of the disorienting effects of change,
Change’s touch often feels like an attack,
Thus, a positive image it tends to lack,
I’m okay with change on a small scale,
But on a large scale, it’s going to be hell.

Any Thoughts?

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