Times Change but Things Remain the Same
Time brings changes,
many suns and moons,
have risen and set –
sand through the hour glass keeps flowing.
Each sand grain representing a century,
as the world keeps on turning.
Modern times haven’t put a stop to wars,
soldiers keep marching, dying, returning and heroes are born.
Lovers still sing love’s old songs,
cherish each other,
with yearning and longing –
for the kisses that speak of a thousand things.
Wars begin and lovers are parted,
knowing that however long,
they’ll come together once more –
in life’s never ending plan.
Women who are left behind,
blinded by a veil of tears,
always saying prayers,
asking God to calm their fears.
And somewhere the war rages on,
and innocent people and children suffer and die.
The world cries with them and sighs –
why nothing was learned through the centuries of pain.
Years roll on,
love letters keep the faith.
Women know that their soldiers –
have a date with destiny.
Babies are born
and as families celebrate.
Somewhere in the distance –
the sound of war rages on.
It has been like that forever,
this waiting that seems so eternal.
It’s like the seasons changing
and the heart beats ever faster.
Through all the seasons,
calendar pages falling like leaves,
in autumn there may be tears of grief.
Through the cold days of winter,
as snowflakes fall and blanket the ground,
warm fire embers –
sending greetings from afar.
Springs bring streams of hope,
for new beginnings
like crocuses peeping out of the snow.
Love begins anew,
cold hearts start to melt.
Soldiers return home,
to their waiting loved ones.
To the passion of wondrous summers,
until a new war somewhere begins
and they hear the call.
So times change, centuries roll on,
there are still things which remain the same.
Just like the morning sun and the yellow moon at night
and the twinkling stars in the never-ending sky.
Lovers never lose hope
and throughout the years,
there’ll always be –
those who love for eternity.
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Lovely poetry of the times and how cycles repeat over and over. Nice work, Rasma.
Thank you Phyllis.
Nicely rendered Rasma, and so sad humanity never seems to change and war still out greatest fear and end to us all. Yet love goes on, eternally. Great sentiment and work.
Thank you Tony.
Wonderful capturing of the cycles and seasons of life, that nothing is really new under the sun.
Thank you Lori.
Lovely poetry, Rasma. The seasons just go round and round but love goes on.
Thank you John. Now if only we could get that love to go all around this world.
Those are the ones we love Rasma, the ones who can love through eternity. Very enjoyable.
Thank you Jackie.
Enjoyed this one a lot…
Thank you Kurt.