Nothing comes to be improved,
By renovating to redo...
That which has been,
True, tried and outdated.
It takes a complete overhaul.
A re-examining of facts.
And a willingness to look ahead
Without looking back,
To romance nostalgia.
Changes are meant,
To produce discomfort.
Experiencing growth,
Is both unaccepting and feared.
But the old has to go.
Nothing remains to sustain,
A permanence.
Even Mother Nature,
Will not allow to be provoked..
By folks persisting to resist,
Time and what time brings...
To have 'everything' change.
Including stubbornness.
And those of deluded minds.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem