Change, Still

We were younger back then The way it used to be Before time took it away To a past we remember But can no longer touch.

It was right here An open book With well-worn pages Initials carved In the old tree Memories fading Like the morning mist.

Change knocks on our door; And unwanted guest Bringing shiny gifts; Once accepted they remain And nothing can be As it was.

We are alive in time’s river You and I and the rest Forever moving round the bend The distant shore reveals The secrets of the forest Forever lost, now found.