The Change Poem by Dorsey Baker
The Change
He used to have a very good
Singing voice
But now that voice has become old
It's weak and thin
He used to have
Big arms
Strong enough
To knock down
The toughest man
Now he can barely
Pick up a piece of paper
He used to get pretty girls
By the dozen
Now all he can do is
Sit on his doorstep
And look
Because mother nature
Father time
They bring about a change!
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