Hard Change Poem by Guy Northam

Hard Change



Nothing much was done
In the growing time.

Our dissatisfaction loomed.

Fused minds were prettified,
Sped and were logical.

One acknowledged a changing life
And hankered for past glory.

Monday, May 26, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: change
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