The Margin Of Change Poem by Kevin Patrick Brown

What was gone, well spent, perhaps even extinct
What would come: a mystery, a riddle of time
The path lay before them, a dark labyrinth of chance
The raw heat of Hazard left Logic decayed

The Ancient Woes lay coiled and so sure
Ready to battle all future and time, with past Baggage ready and always defined
The Lockers of the Mind held detailed charts
But none could be found, for the passage of Hearts?

The Pilots of Old, shouting and groaning, always in fear
The Attendants of Past, weighed fearfully my soul
The Compass of Time, it spun with confusion
Forces of Evil, they gripped Reason's hand

But suddenly, no preamble, a glimmer of hope
A Flower of Compassion so suddenly it came
A new understanding, it rushed through the void
Our Hearts were a compass, unswerving and true

Surrender the journey to Margins of Change
Our traveling companions: Truth Love and Pain