Winds Of Change Poem by Justin Chan

In with the new,
Out with the old.
The waves so few,
Grow ever so bold.

In with the wax,
And out with the wane.
The moon so lax,
Could drive me insane.

Now there is winter,
And next will be spring.
Can we not wonder,
What winds of change bring?

Now is a moment,
And next is the future.
A silent testament,
To change's enrapture.

A change for better,
A change for worse.
These meaningless fetters,
Can feel no remorse.

A change into cold,
A change to review.
To bring out the old,
And bring in the new.