How does one change?

How does one change in the face of all?


It is true, some will rise and some will fall,


But if one can't risk, why try?


A life without change is worthy to cry,


And as the days pass by without time,


What is the point to try and rhyme?


But sorrow is not the path to take!


All mans potential is born to wake.


Look at me! In change I laugh,


After all, I just rhymed laugh with Giraffe!


So go on and be free,


And face the threat of change with glee!


 

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