(Personal) Change
Some say that the zebra cannot change his stripes.
Some say that everything is change.
Some say “But, Baby, I’m willing to change ….”
The best change is not that which one thinks is impossible,
Nor that which is inevitable.
It is not even that which one desires.
The best change is that which you notice in hindsight.
In the presence of someone else you were allowed to be.
Different. Better.
It took no work; required no thought.
It was natural.
The change just was.
You know that this is how you were meant to be,
But knew not how to be this;
Nonetheless, you look back and find your being changed.
This is the best kind of change.
11 January 2009 by mrl
5 responses so far ↓
1 Kirsten // Jan 12, 2009 at 11:13 am
I like this one. (and yes, that is the best kind of change)
2 Mark // Jan 12, 2009 at 12:32 pm
Thanks, Kirsten.
3 Mom // Jan 14, 2009 at 2:10 pm
I think you’ve finally got it.
This is a beautiful poem.
4 Mark // Jan 14, 2009 at 8:35 pm
Thanks, Mom. But I still reserve the right to screw up on occasion.
5 Mom // Jan 16, 2009 at 10:00 am
Absolutely you have that right . It is a good thing because we, as humans, most definitely will screw up from time to time. I think the screwing up allows us to grow and change.