Turning Change

Grant-Grey Guda

Change is like the carousel,
It make its way around me,
All is swift and drifts are mist,
Change is as the canyons of old,
As if the sands of feeling and time,
Can it be, so as lost to me as this,
Change is odd and odd it shall be!
Open as the sky is white and sun bright,
All is as red among the blood in vein,
Change has no home no beginning nor end,
We all lift our eyes to the prize of gold,
Maybe we'll reach it or maybe not so.

Published by Grant-Grey Guda

I've been writing poetry and short stories independently for over a decade now. I have a great appreciation for the arts and am a painter and photographer in my spare time. My love for writing has led me to...  View profile

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