Change
Change is near. I can almost hear it begining to grow
I can smell it's musk like old rust.
I fear change, for I prefer routine.
But often when it comes, I feel almost giddy.
I enjoy getting sappy over things I love,
because when change comes, nothing will be as it was.
Memories will fade, which makes me sad inside.
I will try to keep these moments right inside my mind.
Each moment makes us diferent, unique and our own.
We each will hlep each other through the changes unknown.
Change will come and go as life never stops it's flow.
So hang on to the things you've learned and watch
as more memories flow.
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