Change

It was a pretty doll, but I grew up I used to cry a lot, but it is now past I no longer have free time, I've become older Let's see how long these descriptions, are gonna last I used to love dolls, played with them all the time I know not what transpired, one day, I threw away them all My bike was stolen, one fine winter morn I bawled and whined for long as I recall But a miracle happened thereafter I came to realize the pain of loss Just when things had begun to resolve The Coronavirus was the new found boss It put a restraint on all my plans It kept me in dark still I was awed by its power I couldn't get away from its strong grasp I had to bow to it, it was changing life by each hour It was a burden, bit of a strife But now, on looking back, I find it theatrical I have become quite accustomed to this life But along the way, I lost my purpose and have lost my time Change is the only constant, there need not be any qualm We are different when death falls upon and when we are born It is us and only us who makes the choice Tis realization is a key to success, I surmise