Time after time,
We see our days,
Even the sun in its rays
And everyman in his ways.

Time after time,
Men are born to stay
And some other to stray,
But to reign we all pray.

Time after time,
The world’s fashion changes,
Oh, it comes in ranges,
Alas! On it many throw their wages.

Time after time,
One season goes and another comes; well-arranged,
All along something stays constant; a times strange,
And that vital thing is called: change.

This poem was written/submitted by Albert A. Olofinnika.