Change

Sixteen years of admonition,

highs and lows in disposition….

evidence of change?

Sights of sorrow; mem’ry calling

fresh felt heartache, teardrop falling.

Did I rearrange

time to practice love of brother,

caring less for self than other,

keeping promise strong?

Holding hope to change for better,

recognizing self as debtor,

righting what is wrong?

Change, a choice beyond mere token,

hands to help or dreams left broken….

Not too late to start,

even now, to step with meaning.

Teach with hope of goodness gleaning

lessons of the heart.