Change

...and as if I didn't know,
What was involved with it.
Or what it took.
Or how it leaves...
To shake and unsettle.
To sit and establish a patience.
Eventually welcomed for what it is.
And the opposition that was there...
Upon its arrival,
Learns to slowly embrace it.
As if it was there all the time.
As if it had been part of what was!
But the scars remaining and fought over its coming...
Are not there to show on freshed faced generations!
Who could care less,
How change now rests!
Because...
Well,
Because they were not involved.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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