How things change
In a place
Throughout time
I'm uneasy and need to pace
The picket fence
Lost a head
To a softball
The picket fence
Lost a bottom
To a chewing dog
The same picket fence
Has the gate wide open
But no worn grass
The picket fence
Bends and sags
Under weathered, weakness
The picket fence
Has a grapevine
But now it looks dead and sad
The snow,
Back in the day
Would be trampled down by two
The snow
Old as it happens to be
Is untouched
How things change
As they age
And yet
I'm still the same page