CHANGE!

The wind of destiny blows unstoppable.

Sometimes we are pleased

By the gold gifts it brings our way;

Oft, though, the tides seem not so good,

For our most cherished idols

And our most treasured possessions

Are torn off our strings,

Maybe even forever.

But Change is the only truly reigning Monarch;

We cannot but bow to His Sacrosanct Majesty,

For whether or not we face facts

Reality stares us squarely in the face.

So if, suddenly, destiny beckons

Banging upon your door to bid you come

Never mind: all men are partakers

Of your joys and sorrows thereof.

We can choose to be victims

Weakened by the crushing weight of grief

Stumbling and tumbling to a humbling end

Emasculated and licking many festering wounds,

Or we can stand as head-high victors

Stepping over stones and braving the odds

And embrace the Wind of Change for good

Finally receiving laurels from Life's Crowned Tyrant.