Jolting are the changes.
Coming as they do to prove,
The urgency is a necessity.
Just like an upheaval of a storm.
Coming to warn.
Before leaving behind debris.
And scattered memories.
Bringing grief to overcome.
With it felt by the ones.
Knowing if they could,
Nothing they would have done...
Was within their power to prevent.
Jolting are such changes.
No one anticipates.
And difficult to face and make.
Since seldom if at all,
Is anyone asked for their consent.
Or approval to give.
Nor are changes needed,
Accommodating for anyone seeking...
A time they find more appropriate.
Changes needing to be made,
Awaits for no one to procrastinate them.
And unexpected they are to occur.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem