It sweeps past me,
how it comes I never seem to see,
With the strength of the gods it descends,
I am left with no time to make any amends,
I am standing watching my world go to pieces,
every stone, every life I have known seizes,
Much has been said on how to look beyond,
there is always another one waiting, a bond,
Its never a choice, atleast never my own,
and how it will end I have always known,
I havent yet learnt, I probably never will,
and every time, I watch my own eyes fill,
But this story is not just my own, I am sure of that,
every one of you have such remains under the hat,
After all, its not that uncommon, this thing to which this poem I engage,
I have seen it , so has the entire world, its called"CHANGE"!
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