Changes have filled my life
Never staying, always leaving
Closing one door. Opening another
Never allowing anytime for grieving
Always moving forward, the past has no place
The future is always ahead
Old friends gone, new friends found
I will stop when I am dead
Roots are for trees; I live in the breeze
Wandering winds always blowing
Taking my heart to new arenas
On and on never wanting to stop going
The future draws the portrait of my soul
Will the picture show joy or strife?
Only the artist knows
Changes will always fill my life.