The Change, by George Chow Subscribe to rss feed for George Chow

From youth we learned to talk,
 some had hard times, some reckless, some fumble out, some
with class.
 And the laws are endless to say..
 But the love is set long ago by God..
 What is there more too say for death after death..
 Yet there are laws of death to say..
 For i say..
 Knowing the change of tide,
 the change of relativity.
 Just to know each one is one of the kind.
 And we long for the change from youth to old, from old to
young.. 
Posted: 2016-08-09 04:42:29 UTC

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