Y is for … (2 of 2)

Yesterday, the world was young,
Then everything got turned
Mother Nature got her payback
On lessons never learned

Last week, the world was young
I’ve been running ever since
All those friends lost that way
Memories make me wince

Last month, the world was young
It seems so far away
Foraging for lifelines
Surviving day by day

Last year, the world was young
And I have grown so old
The horrors of the world reborn
Innocence bought and sold

I remember when the world was young,
Full of hope and love, and free
One day it may be young again
Our humanity holds the key

 

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Transitions (poem)

I started a “this”
Now I’m a “that”
Didn’t notice it happen
Feeling so flat

Going through changes
Nothing stands still
Prime of my life
And over the hill

I paid the piper
Danced to his tune
From sweat-drenched samba
To Clair de Lune

Going through changes
Nothing stands still
Prime of my life
And over the hill

Change is a constant
But so is regret
You’re the sweetest mistake
That ever I met

The sweetest mistake…

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