Time brings change and change can bring grief.
It's an ever flowing river on which we toss like fallen leaves.
Some changes are goodbyes and some goodbyes are wounds that bleed.
But they can't be taken back, so, heart-broken, we accede.
Does destiny decide which changes guide our lives?
Or do we choose our own direction in our effort to survive?
Life, so very brief, should embrace and not destroy.
We can't always be so sure that what we change will bring us joy.
But if goodbye it is, then I submit to fate,
And have to face the sadness it surely must create.
If we cannot change our narrative, no matter how we try,
Then walk the path you've chosen, and beloved friend,