Life will change,

It means you’re alive.

Yet, you resist,

Protest and plant your feet.

Still, it comes,

In all shapes and sizes.

Change can knock you over,

On your knees with the unknown.

Desperate for any proof,

That things will be okay.

While it asks quietly,

“Will you come along?”

Change waits,

As long as it takes.

For it’s never too late,

To stand up and say, “Yes."

Posted on
April 29, 2019