The changing of a theme,
Brought to bring unexpected shock.
Whether deliberate or not.
To cause hearts to stop.
And tears to drop from eyes like rain.
Keeping pain sustained.
As if the doing becomes easier,
Done to accept.
Although regretted felt to maintain.
The changing of a theme.
And each step of it permitted to exist.
Takes a mindset to quit allowing it.
Every second, minute and hour.
Giving it power over faith.
With a removing of doing blues to sing.
Knowing them sung has come to an end.
To leave behind to find that grief,
Is enough to have had it to let go.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem