Transitions

Nothing ever stays thesame

As time demands herfealty,

For life resides onshifting sands

That, swift, the currentssweep to sea.

And all who dare defy her

To decry her morphedmaturity

Are left to weep andwonder why,

But scarce deny reality.

 

Through phase and stagethese changes play

To steal the refuge ofdesign

Disrupting comfort in thewake of

Customs to be left behind.

And these transitions,never smooth,

May cause the mighty toopine

While feast awaits the fiddler

As past and presentintertwine.

 

To beat the drum,

To cry and wail,

To fight the dragon ofreform

Is nothing short ofstanding still,

Left behind in nature’sstorm.