The Change Poem by James McLain

Preevolved thus at birth one will always come,
To change what is now, that should never have been.
One child looks into and speaks from the mirror,
To see what is there, in and of your reflections.
Youth to the young, old said they are ugly,
In a visit with age
And the smell that they taste, the taste that they see.
Thus a bush that bear's fruit, fruit to the eye
Is there before you not ever seen.
Verily thus at birth when one of them comes,
It's like the snow, in the clouds, falling not rain.
She whom is blind, he cannot see, though deep
In the woods amongst the tallest of trees.
And all the words written that none can read,
From the small number of books, already written.
As the dust of the earth drifts through each hand,
The mind's of the now must be willing to change.



Copyright © James McLain | Year Posted 2018