Year to Year
Day to Day
Those who stay traditional
Cannot avoid change

Kids play in a corn field
Soaked in golden haze
Wondering if the world may yield
A better future
For generations to praise

Parents have their heads in the past
The opinions and thoughts
They align with
Will never last

They’re enjoying their old gold of days
Soaked in a bronze haze
They smile and say
Change

Knowledge they may always gain,
But even from the strongest of opinions
The world beckons the word,
Change

Nothing lasts forever
Not even the golden days
In the end, all will fall,
To the hands of change