Things change... (From my old box)

Yesterday ,
It was bright and sunny.
There were blue clouds in the sky.
Today,
The clouds are dark
And the wind is cold , here in the garden.

But, I guess,
Seasons change.

Yesterday,
I remember I took the long winding route to the garden close by,
There were daisies and fontains on my way.
Today,
The road is just a minute’s walk
And daisies and pretty fontains are lost.

But, I guess,
Roads change

Yesterday,
I remember I lay down in the garden,
The green grass under my feet ,
The soft , plush winds to caress my hair .
The warmth of the mud rising to my eyes.
Today,
The green grass is no more green,
The winds have travelled away.
The mud has been stolen away to build pyramids to man’s ego.

But, I guess,
Places change.


Another thing I remember ,
Oh, so close to my heart.

Yesterday,
I held your hand
So close to my face and I felt you in me like never before.
You touched my lips like you always wanted them .
You held me in your arms like you would never let me go.
Today,
Alas,
I don’t hold your hand anymore.
You don’t look my way.
I feel you are letting me go.
And wanting me to do the same.


But, I guess,
People change.