Has Nothing Changed
when am i
where
it sounds like
alone
i don’t think so
what’s happening
its’ all gone
i used to play here
i think this is…
no, definitely not
so what’s wrong
this is not exactly true
is it?
its time…time
need a little time
nothing to worry about
i wish things
could stay the same
if nothing changed
the important
the beautiful
seasons change
colors bloom
the rain comes
new life
a watering hole
or
metamorphosis
it happens all the time
but i’ve got this
work to finish
first
© 2014, J.H.
This entry was posted on January 19, 2014 by Moonbeam. It was filed under NEW!, Poetry, Uncategorized, Writing and was tagged with change, life, life changes, metamorphosis, poem, poetry, seasons, unchanged.
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