Changes

These are my words

Before  I break the bread

Colors I see are all red

Life changes in stages.

But all I see is are changes

 From embryonic life

To human life

From childhood I strive,

To adulthood I arrive

But all I see are changes

Like water into wine

 Changes I’m telling you are mine

A whirlwind of my thoughts collide

Directing me where to reside

Because all I see are changes

From nothing to something

 Growing big like  mustard seed

Fulfilling in arts is all I need.

***CHANGES***

Poem by……

Uncle Phil