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CHANGE

by B. C. S.
April 13, 1996

I can still remember the times
when work was play
and play was work,
when toys were tools
and friends can be anybody.

Too bad all that is but a memory,
we are too old for toys
and too old for playing childish games.
We now limit our friends,
they are the ones who we "know" and trust

Now... we experience more
of the complexities of life.
Then... we cry when in pain,
now... we learn to question
and reason before shedding a tear.

Then... we laugh at anything
that was supposed to be funny,
now... laughing is quite of a hard thing to do.
Then... we shout when we are mad,
now, if a knife was only at hand.

Why can't we just laugh at every joke,
smile at everyone,
forget about anger
and live as life goes on?

Knowledge is the culprit...
money is another...
but without them
we can't go any further.

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