Change is approaching,
rumbled the stormy grey clouds
and twisting tides, growing fiercer with
every second.
Change is coming,
whispered the cool autumn breeze
blowing through our hair
and turning the leaves.
Change is relevant,
stated the modernist
leaving the traditional ways behind
that have turned into new-fangled ideas.
Change is imminent,
cried the pessimist,
for the joy of life has turned to fear
and the good times have become bad.
Change is happening,
declares Father Time,
as our backpacks turn into briefcases,
and crayons into ink pens.
Change will come,
hopes Mother Earth,
as a world full of turmoil
turns into a world full of
peace and prosperity.
Such a simple thing,
a simple phrase
that anyone can say,
but it is not as easy to accomplish.
So where does it start?
The answer is simple,
as simple as the question asked.
The change is You.
YOU ARE READING
Here's to...
PoetryHere's to the readers, To the dreamers, The child within To the heartbreakers And the risktakers To those that try something new Here's to the lonely The forgotten, The one who doesn't know what to do with themselves To the one searching for somethi...
