Changes.

The roof of the world was a brilliant blue,
The sun a burning ball in the sky.
There wasn't a single white fluffy cloud,
To block the light from my eye…

I remembered the days of childhood plays,
When we used to run and hide by the river side.
And build dams of mud, weed and stone,
And turn the river's tide.

Changes...

Across the sky rolled clouds of grey,
For the rest of the day cold rains fell.
I paused for a moment and cast my mind back,
To you my friend.

Where are you?
Who are you?
How have you changed?
Are you still alive?
Are you well?
Or have you heard the the death bell toll?

Changes...

Another change, another time and place,
Maybe one day I will again stroll across your face.
How many people do we leave behind us as we change?
And if I saw you again, would you look at me strange?

Due to change?

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