Things are changing all around me: Getting bigger, Getting smaller, Getting bored, Becoming interested. But some things stay the same. The never-ending circle Has parts that don’t move along with it, Parts that stay where they are, Refusing to move, To change. They are slowly wedged out of the never-ending circle. When things don’t change, They don’t do anything.
PS: the magic page that will always jump you to the latest poem is "http://www.saintannsny.org/depart/computer/poems.html"