Adapt
It is easy to find a child
Or an adult acting like a child
Who is selfish and stubborn
Its been that way sine Cain was born.
I will tell myself change is good
Even if I’m not in the morphing mood
I will bend where it is needed
So I can help the fertile field be seeded.
I see before me a blank map
The choice is mine: Adapt.
Author Note: blessed are the flexible for they will never be bent out of shape.
About the author
I live with my wife, an artist, in Indianapolis. Besides poetry, I like to take photographs, read books, travel overseas, and listen to news/political podcasts, college lectures and classic literature. You can read about my approach to poetry on my poetics page. To stay in touch, follow me on Twitter or connect on a variety of other social networks.
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