Nothing Keeps

It never remains the same

There is no reason

Everything changes

Seasons, people, objects

Things move, grow, morph

Things are removed, replaced, reconstructed

Skies are grey, blue, orange

Trees are different

Everything is always old

Or new

Bought, sold, borrowed, stolen

Liberty given, taken

Found with pleasure, neglect

You are my metropolis

My industrial animals

My man-made horizon

My falling freedom

Here, oh here

Nothing keeps

© 2008 David Greg Harth

08.09.20.15:36:00@EastRiverNYCQ