Regardless of the changes,
Complaints will be heard.
To remain the same.
From those who find comfort,
Refusing to admit...
The differences made,
They insist...
Not to have noticed them.
Since their complaining,
About everything...
Is what they do.
Hoping the doing,
Convinces others to do it too!
And there are many,
Incapable to accept...
Yesterday and the days before,
Have left.
Gone.
Along with the folks who bore.
To ignore and leave behind.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem