Change whistles in
like a new tune from yesteryear's moon
Taking on the shape and sound of right now
Evolving into the form of soon to come
It is on time and steady
Unwilling to bend
While whisking away the stink of stagnant ways
The air is fresh and the noise is different
When change whistles in
like a new tune from yesteryear's moon
EJW
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