Nothing Stays the Same [poem]

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Even though our faces take the same form every day,
Secret changes happen there (the realful underplay).
The time will come when –
Looking in the mirror at our eyes –
We’ll see that transformation comes
And realise
Time flies.

Always movement
Always changing
No such thing as standing still;
If we slow our marching minds down
We’ll see both sides of the hill

The snowy ice creeps further out to sea
While fat-bellied birds creep
Silently through the trees
Rocks and mountains keep their pointy shape
Unless we live so long
We see the earth’s crust raped.

One thing we can patently exclaim
Nothing in this cosmos stays the same


© 2010, Alan Morrison

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