Change Poem by Maya fay
Change
Things have changed
The world is not what it used to be
I am still adjusting
After many years away from this world
Locked up
For a crime I did not commit
Still I yearn to taste freedom
Hidden away from the iron gates and silver chains
For I am a runaway criminal
Trapped in another kind of gates
More lenient and free
Filled with euphoria
Which makes it easy to forget
The times I spent in darkness
Still I cherish the joyful moments
My youth was care free
But now I am a ragged man
Like a guitar out of tune
Once full of life
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4/20/2024 1:31:29 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Change can be grought in life any time if one wishes to change..iron rods are ephemeral change of mind, you know when one sit or be with saints they act like saint, gone he gone with the saint hood like a stone put in water..wet.. remove it..dry.. nice poem ye composed and your protagonist has changed himself thanks a lot and thanks for comment 10