My eyes now view a different scene, so much in life has changed, and yet, I feel I'm just the same, just differently arranged. The world goes by much faster now, each one in such a hurry, too late, I think, to keep up its' pace, even if I should scurry. New friends I see but gone the old, to other scenes unknown, but I know, if they returned, from me they have outgrown. Where doors once stood without a lock, they're now firmly secure, for I see the heart of man, growing colder with each year. I search to find yesterdays' world, the one I use to see, but think it too is gone right along with me. Can't roll back the years, I fear, just yellow pages in a book, and so I try to live today with a new outlook. Yesterdays will not return; were they really what they seem? Today will be tomorrow's good old days, but, will that, their ills redeem? My old self has gone from me, but a wiser self now sees, that the part of me that's gone, is only the outer side of me. |
Wednesday, July 10, 2019
SO MUCH HAS CHANGED
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