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.