TRANSITI0NS: A POEM OF CHANGE
May 17, 2026 at 12:02 pm Leave a comment
When you’re old enough to look back.
TRANSITIONS
The years, they march unceasing,
Dreams flare, then fade away,
Some reach, some corner of my mind
Still plays with yesterday.
The years, they take their toll,
Hopes dim, then fade away,
My youth, now past now spent
Has abandoned me this day.
I pause, I catch the sound
Of small children, my children at play,
The world does comes full circle,
I pause, not knowing what to say.
Their years, they grow, they flourish,
Their dreams, they seize the day,
I retreat, then yield and vanish,
Hope fills their world today.
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