Change

Change is constant and demanding of every human on the earth

Giving happiness and sorrow from the moment of one’s birth

When they placed a son into my arms, I felt a countdown had begun

With “change” manipulating details of a timer set to “RUN”

Subtle “change” would dull my senses, making me ignore the clock

Bringing milestones of happiness, like the day he finally walked

“Change” so excited me with progress, watching him become his own

That I forgot the running timepiece, and the fact that he was loaned

He walked out into the world today, “change” had planned it from the start

But one thing it had forgotten, was to change a father’s heart

Change will step in where it’s needed, bringing with it some relief

But it’s the same ole timepiece, so for now I’m stuck with grief

I’m sure in time it will diminish, “change” thinks it has the final say

But I’m here to turn the tables, so I’m asking you to pray

(To my son Zak, how I miss being around you)

Phillip Good (From the heart of an average MK)

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