Treasure Island

Angel A. Lockwood

(07//64 / Nyc)

Change, change, change


Change,
When change comes, it should enlighten the eye
Change is sometimes painful and especially when
without warning,
Leaving one wondering and questioning just why?
Regarding of the nature of a matter, in time change shall surely come
Most of the times there's a significant purpose in change,
A long tough battle won.

Submitted: Saturday, May 19, 2012
Edited: Sunday, May 20, 2012

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  • Lady Darjeeling (8/21/2014 7:26:00 AM)

    how true... change is not only neccessairy but certain to come.. And though we may be scared at first, adaption can bring so much improvement!
    Feel free to read my poems, to vote and comment them!

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