Regret's Truth Poem by Carrot Miller

The green of leaves fade into a murky brown like the color of boredom as time passes by.
I wait and wait for little change and yet I always seem stuck as the same.
But then the truth unravels in heaps, change does not come at a wish.
It comes from actions and repeated failures, it comes in gushes like a river.
It comes from work and dedication, it comes from one domino to the other.

As snow spreads rapidly and wildly the animals all hope for the start of spring.
And yet change does not come from a wish.
It comes from the passing of time and the evolution of earth itself.
It comes in splashes here and there and yet even then it still does not come at a wish.


The deterioration of a life as time passes by it gets old and grey ‘till it takes its last breathe
Unwavering, and cruelly so change is good and bad as well
Change does not stop or wait for a wish it blows and rushes like a gust of wind
It is not bad or good at once but altogether is both.
Two sides of the same coin.
A coin flip determining the fate of others.

Change is to alter, modify, replace, substitute, make, or become different.
And yet no one truly knows if it's good or bad.
So as I struggle to understand the meaning of change I decide it's both.