Changes

Changes like the seasons will come

And not a damn thing can I do,

But my heart beating like a drum

Is the one constant through and through.

 

To hear the rhythm in my chest

Through all my changes which I've spoken,

Overtime it has stood the test,

Though on occasion it's felt broken.

 

All my changes come and gone

Until what's real is hard to tell;

But older now I carry on

Though softer perhaps is my yell.

 

And though hearts may break along the way

Or flutter when with fear they're fraught,

I know that changes come what may

Are mine until this old heart stops.