Change Happens (apparently)

So, I'm notorious for scribbling random thoughts in random notebooks, forgetting all about them, and rediscovering them way later. That's pretty much the story behind this poem. I know I wrote it 2 yrs ago, because I dated it...but I can't tell you the inspiration behind this one. I don't even remember writing it, but it's in my handwriting, so...(shrug). Let me know what you think.

Change Happens

change...

it's not always a good thing but it happens

to anything that grows

you can't stop it

you can only influence the direction that it goes

ask anyone who knows about civil rights

and the ongoing struggle that turned into a fight

that turned into a movement led by a people

who resisted oppression and demanded freedom

they demanded change

in the face of opposition that demanded more of the same

the people demanded change

and so change came

but change doesn't need the collective voice of a distressed population

change only needs time to affect the present situation

the only uncertainty is the extent of modification

that change brings when it comes

and change is never done

it will simply wax and wane

ebb and flow

shrink and grow

into something new

into something different than what we're used to

sometimes change is called a transition

in leadership change is called succession

a change to written words is called a revision

a turnover in sports indicates a change of possession

call it what you want

growing, learning, moving, aging, rearranging...

it's all changing

as long as time continues to pass

it's foolish to think anything will last

change happens