New --> Old

everything is new—

nothing like i’ve seen before—

and i drink it in.

the new grows old, but

there is always more around,

and i grow tired.

now the new hurts me,

and i don’t understand why

nothing is the same.

but soon i learn that,

whether i like it or not,

change will always come,

and as i lay down,

i smile about the journey

my life had taken.