Revolutions.
Evolution.
Nothing
stays
the same.
Change
being
inevitable.
Sometimes
imperceptibly
so.
Then,
one day.
Bam,
the damn
breaks.
New
waters
flooding in.
Whirling
twirling.
Waters
spinning
all around.
New
landscapes
form.
Needing
to be
navigated,
understood.
Familiarity,
thing
of the
past.
Washed
away.
Gone.
New ways,
thinking
take hold.
Who knows
what
direction
the water
will flow.
Seeking
its own
level.
Flood
after
flood.
All,
along
for the
ride.
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Author:
John Prophet (Pseudonym) (
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Comments2
Constant change is the order and the only constant. This is evidenced in this poem
Thank you kindly for you words.
Change is always with us John, we must just go with the flow.
Andy
Thanks for reading Andy
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