Poetry (Day 323): Change

 

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Change

 

I know the world
should change tomorrow.
I can feel it in the wind.
I am ready to shift my sails.
I am ready to go
with come what may.

But the wind if a fickle beast;
shifting, gusting,
hot and cold.
And the powerful men
who decide to change or stay,
ride about in motor boats
and the wind does not
cross their minds.

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