All things change over time

My passion for it's fading

The fire's going out

What was my pumping life blood

I now can do without

For years it had such value

For me it was my being

And now a fading memory

Days gone by I'm seeing

All things change in time

And that's just the same with passion

Sometimes the fire dies

Or the style is out of fashion

It's still there in the sidelines

The history made my fabric

To move on is not shameful

But forgetting would be tragic.

The tap may be turned off

But the pipes are still connected

If it's something that I want

All can be resurrected. 

Reviews

[patricia]

This is great! Loved the message, and especially loved that last stanza. Thankyou.