Changes Poem by Brian Stafford

There's a major transposition,
going on in these times;
Even my odd signatures,
are stepping out of time;
But is it for the better,
we'll have to wait and see;
Even my own compositions,
are going out of key;
The answers to the riddle,
are being lost in translation;
Things that we hold so dear,
are being deprived to the nation;
Strange forces are at work,
to bring about a change;
If they are not careful,
it will all be out of range;
There's shifty, faceless people,
scurrying in the shadows;
Will we all have to fear,
the changes and what follows;
When will they ever learn,
to stop shuffling the pack;
The thing I like to do,
is give them all the sack.


© 2010
Brian J Stafford