And It Changes

POEM by Barry Spacks

Will it come again like this?
Will we ever get it right?
It is always as it is,
And it passes.
Never as it was,
Yet always somehow bright,
Always somehow sweet
In its changes.
We will never get it right.
It will come again, but not like this.
It is always as it is,
And it changes.

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