Change

They Say It’s The Only

Real Constant

The Oxymoron

That Is Life.

Yet On The Whole

Do We Really Like It?

I Would Have To Say So.

How Else Do We Have

The Butterfly?

So We Too Can Keep

Hopes And Dreams Alive.

So I Understand Why

You Are Leaving.

Heaven Forbid That I

Should Clip Those Wings?

I Am Not Mad.

Just Temporarily Sad

While The Song

Bird Sings.