Seasonal Winds

A world now not a world then

Forever changing only time may mend

A days work never unrewarded

True lives and words unspoken

Ties between those prepared to be broken

At that I take my leave as a token

For those deeming themselves unworthy

Of a world now forever changing

For I am prepared to carry on, carry on.

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