Changes

I feel myself changing
Always moving on
Am I missing something
Should I cling on
Everything moves
Nothing stays the same
The wheel of life turns
It’s not a new game
People going
People arriving
People living
People surviving
This is life
In it’s wonderful bliss
People we hold dear
People we miss
I wouldn’t trade it
Not even a day
I love being able
To make my own way

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