The ups and downs of life are a part of life. Sometimes things are out of your control and sometimes it seems like you have everything under control. Desperately, the situation worsens, Keep trying. Even if you don’t get success, take heart from the fact that you tried hard. God probably approved of this. One cannot fight with God, one can only try. You have done what is in your power. Here are some poems about changes in that will help you embrace life changes wholeheartedly.
Change In Plans
Riches And Power
Poet: Charles Mackay
Cleon has a million acres,
Ne’er a one have I;
Cleon dwelleth in a palace,
In a cottage I.
Cleon hath a dozen fortunes,
Not a penny I;
Yet the poorer of the twain is
Cleon, and not I.
Cleon, true, possesseth acres,
But the landscape I;
Half the charms to me it yieldeth,
Money cannot buy.
Cleon harbors sloth and dullness,
Freshening vigor I;
He in velvet, I in fustian,
Richer man am I.
Cleon is a slave to grandeur,
Free as thought am I;
Cleon fees a score of doctors,
Need of none have I.
Cleon fears to die.
Death may come, he’ll find me ready.
Happier man am I.
Cleon sees no charm in nature,
In a daisy I;
Cleon hears no anthem ringing
In the sea and sky;
Nature sings to me forever,
Earnest listener I!
State for state, with all attendants,
Who would change? Not I.
Full Of Change
Poet: Robert Bridges
So sweet love seemed that April morn.
When first we kissed beside the thorn,
So strangely sweet, it was not strange
We thought that love could never change.
But I can tell — let truth be told —
That love will change in growing old;
Though day by day is naught to see,
So delicate his motions be.
And in the end ’twill come to pass
Quite to forget what once he was,
Nor even in fancy to recall
The pleasure that was all in all.
His little spring, that sweet we found.
So deep in summer floods is drowned,
I wonder, bathed in joy complete.
How love so young could be so sweet.
Frightening Life Changes
For Everything There Is A Season
Poet: Catherine Pulsifer, © 2019
Life is full of change
If it wasn’t it would be so strange
Everything would remain the same
It would be like playing a boring game.
For everything, there is a season
And always a good reason
We may not see it now
But all progress it does allow
Imagine if no progress was made
If change just made us all afraid.
Alter your attitude and look for the good
Let things evolve as they should.
Poet: Catherine Pulsifer, ©2015
There comes a time in each of our lives,
That change is bound to happen.
It’s what we do with that change,
That will judge if we get flattened.
Change can come in many ways,
And this we’ve all seen.
Change can be good in every case,
Sometimes it takes finding that in between.
Don’t allow yourself to see only bad,
As every situation has its good.
Change can be a wonderful thing,
It’s sometimes misunderstood.
So from this moment on we will all move forward,
To a change that will be imitating but fun.
It’s up to us to make our life as we see it,
So look forward to what you have won.
Poet: Edgar A Guest
Life is a struggle for peace,
A longing for rest,
A hope for the battles to cease,
A dream for the best;
And he is not living who stays
Contented with things,
Unconcerned with the work of the days
And all that it brings.
He is dead who sees nothing to change,
No wrong to make right;
Who travels no new way or strange
In search of the light;
Who never sets out for a goal
That he sees from afar
But contents his indifferent soul
With things as they are.
Life isn’t rest — it is toil;
It is building a dream;
It is tilling a parcel of soil
Or bridging a stream;
It’s pursuing the light of a star
That but dimly we see,
And in wresting from things as they are
The joy that should be.
Out Of Our Control
Poet: Catherine Pulsifer, ©2020
When change happens that is out of your control
Don’t sit and pout, and wait to be consoled
All change has some good
We just need it to be understood.
Find that shining light
And focus on what is bright.
We can’t change yesterday
But tomorrow is a new day.
Move forward with focus
Life is too precious
To spend on the negative
Finding the good is the imperative.
Time And Change
Poet: John Greenleaf Whittier
O Time and Change! — with hair as gray
As was my sire’s that winter day!
How strange it seems, with so much gone
Of life and love, to still live on!
Ah! brother, only I and thou
Are left of all that circle now —
The dear home faces whereupon
That fitful firelight paled and shone.
Henceforth, listen as we will,
The voices of that hearth are still;
Look where we may, the wide earth o’er,
Those lighted faces smile no more.
We tread the paths their feet have worn,
We sit beneath their orchard- trees,
We hear, like them, the hum of bees
And rustle of the bladed corn,
We turn the pages that they read,
Their written words we linger o’er;
But in the sun they cast no shade,
No voice is heard, no sign is made,
No step is on the conscious floor.
Yet Love will dream and Faith will trust,
(Since He who knows our need is just,)
That somehow, somewhere, meet we must
Alas for him who never sees
The stars shine through his cypress-trees!
Who, hopeless, lays his dead away,
Nor looks to see the breaking day
Across the mournful marbles play!
Who hath not learned, in hours of faith,
The truth to flesh and sense unknown,
That Life is ever lord of Death,
And Love can never lose its own!
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