Changes

The calendar in my hands,
The faded markings I see,
Languages of many lands,
This island’s history.

The sands of time move,
And time passes by,
Things change, I’m sure,
But not everything, why?

The same people grow old,
The same people grow up,
The same old tales told,
Shared over a coffee cup.

Changes in generations,
Yet some traditions stay,
Like how we play checkers,
On every sunny day.

Despite all years past,
Despite changes that occur,
It’s still my Singapore,
My homeland all year.

Rachel Linn Braberry
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