Life is Change

The more things change, the more they stay the same,
is probably the falsest claim I’ve heard.
Though mimicry and metaphor can frame
idea, denying change is too absurd.

Not even Peter Pan stayed immature.
Pandora peeked, Eve nibbled, and I’m sure
that rocks erode and continental plates
are destined for uncertain shifting fates.

Observing how our babies learn to be,
we see them make tradition of two days.
They long for repetition, and derive
assurance from familiarity.
That early work implants, becomes always,
and paves the notion yesterdays survive.

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