The Changes Poem by vivian Harrod

Sometime changes are good
Sometimes changes or bad if they could
It don't matter, it is difficult to see
This is not what l need

There is time of growing older you see
Then there was me
There is a time of having a home
Then l was alone

There was time l said hi to old people around
Now I am old people l found
I don't like the changes going up
It is not good enough

The time I had with my squirrel and birds
I love them, where I am, there is no birds I've heard
I miss my birds and squirrels with all of my heart
They have left a mark

Changes has to be good for now
Cause that is where l am found
I am happy you see
But sometimes there is a need