Transitions

Nothing ever stays the same
As time demands her fealty,
For life resides on shifting sands
That, swift, the currents sweep to sea.
And all who dare defy her
To decry her morphed maturity
Are left to weep and wonder why,
But scarce deny reality.

Through phase and stage these changes play
To steal the refuge of design
Disrupting comfort in the wake of
Customs to be left behind.
And these transitions, never smooth,
May cause the mighty to opine
While feast awaits the fiddler
As past and present intertwine.

To beat the drum,
To cry and wail,
To fight the dragon of reform
Is nothing short of standing still,
Left behind in nature’s storm.