Sometimes change is not my friend I wish that things could stay the same And if we don’t have tomorrow These are the days that I will blame Though I fear what lies ahead And what a tortured soul may reap Somewhere in my heart, I know These are the days that I will keep Illusion of memory, prism of thought Capture the days of rose colored lure Safe, as I know they can not change These are the days I hold secure And if the time comes for us to part Should such a time ever really arrive I need not worry for better or worse These are the days that I’ll not survive 6/4/18 These Are the Days Poetry Contest Daniel Turner