Times do change, child

times do change

grab hold of those friends

those loves

with both hands

because these times change…

each minute dissolving

until it is the next and the next and the next…

phones ringing endlessly

those voices unheard

questions going unanswered

so your voice gets rusty

and brash confidence/stupidity

fades:

until you see the uncertain hands

of wisdom –

knowing so much it does not know

meditating each breath

feeling the pangs of harsher labors

than life…

Times do change, child

mirror blink of an eye: times do change…