18 July 2007


what once was forest becomes street
people make homes and meet the wild
each adult hopes the best for child
people cross oceans and they meet
life moves here at a pace not fleet
our hopes have not yet been beguiled
we saw our neighbours waved and smiled
on the same road we set our feet
change comes for man and bird and beast
the world cannot just stay the same
life's long great cycles each must end
we have our moment at the least
our sense of being in the game
though time our hopes will ever bend

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