Iron Poet, Round XIII.
Welcome to the latest round of Iron Poet, the game where you give me three words and I give you a poem. This is an adaptation of a standard writer's workshop activity, and I do not claim the original concept. I just claim to enjoy doing it
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That time will always pass, not pass you by.
A man will, in his lifetime, change his hats
A dozen times, beneath a changing sky.
You will not be the person you are now
Forever, nor, I fear, should you desire
To freeze in place, to let rust claim your plough,
Refusing to admit the future's fire.
The child who plays at ninja in the field
Will one day age and grow and step away
To other pastimes, seeking those which yield...
Do not mistake this for an end to play.
Growing up claims all of us, I'm told;
Do not mistake this change for growing old.
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