Mortals are use to their way of life change seems to be what they want to hear
Let it be uttered then they begin to despair
How about this how about that, this is what you will hear
What they realise not is that change is constant
Either they are blossoming to become mature
Or they are shedding to become old
That which they are conscious of is what they fear
Tell them,  bring it to their mind that change is inevitable
A reality that all must face it is
I pray to God almighty that my change will come
That which will bring smile on my face is what I request
A change for the better is my heart desire