the fields remain the same <br />the trees are taller this time <br />the seasons change <br />same stones on the road <br />from time to time on same mornings <br />you meet faces whose names you forget <br />you keep on listening to an old song <br />as you walk your way alone <br />home as it will always be <br />home.<br /><br />RIC S. BASTASA<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-seasons-change/
