Winds Of Change

I remember when the winds Of change began to blow I was still a youngster So much I didn't know But as I grew older I very quickly learned The closer to the fire The more chance of getting burned The years continued passing Still I didn't understand How people could love the baby While they could hate the man One thing I was always told Was that, the more things change The more they stayed the same This saying always struck me strange I have nothing again change I don't think anyone should By opening my mind It helps me see all the good 11-22-18/RjH