Tadpoles to frogs,
Worms to monarchs,
Frogs to food.
Babies to adults,
Then it’s man to dust,
When your gut decides that it’s time to bust.
Each year different than the last,
Each year speeding way, way too fast.
Summer comes and summer goes,
Then comes fall,
And spring then springs in before you know.
Eggs in the morning,
Birds at night.
Babes at noon,
Before canes and aches,
Which appear too soon.
The creeks and sun,
Replaced by tests and bells which,
Sword fighting, cloud watching, and blanket-cape wearing,
All interrupted by zits, hair, odor,
Seeds to flowers,
Acorns to trees,
For nothing, ever, ever stays the same.
All around us,
Change, change, changing us and others too,
Sometimes the sky changes from gray to blue.
When tomorrow comes,
For today becomes yesterday, overmorrow–tomorrow
Don’t you forget to shake hands,
With the other you.