Change Poem by Elisha De La Rosa

What happened to the face I knew before?
It was strong; a attribute rare to find
What happened to that bald eagle who've soar
Now your wings are clipped, vulnerable swine

A puppet's face smiles in plastic wonder
Just strings to a manipulative moon
The storms in your life, can only ponder.
Watch as the sun rises in the high noon

You were a star, that was slowly dying
Growing dimmer and dimmer everyday
You were wished on, can you hear them crying
Still you cease to remain so far away

Your dream is gone, disappeared from your hands
You have changed, from a father to a man

(9/17/12)