Change – a poem


Empty now the streets
Where children used to play;
Where bombs did fall;
When sirens wailed;
And searchlights lit the sky.

Dark now the alleyways
Where travellers did walk;
Where journeys continued
When routes did chance;
And shortcuts ruled the day.

Hollow now the tree
Whose branches used to spread;
Whose leaves did colour so;
When seasons called;
And life-sap filled its limbs.

Ever now the change;
As things become different
From what they were
To what they are…
And what ‘yet’ they will be?


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