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Robert Lindner
I was listening to some music
From back in our day
And I got some ideas for poems
Here's one from Bob Dylan
When We Were Changing With The Times
“Come gather 'round people wherever you roam
And admit that the waters around you have grown
And accept it that soon you'll be drenched to the bone
And if your breath to you is worth savin'
Then you better start swimmin' or you'll sink like a stone
For the times, they are a-changin'”
The Times, They Are A-Changin' By Bob Dylan
In 1964,
Times were a-changin’, though they’re changin’ more.
Then Dylan was writin’
Songs, we found excitin’,
When war, we were fightin’,
Was escalatin’, with more years in store,
Eleven more years till
We stopped that spinnin’. But the wheel would still
Spin and spin without gain,
Peace is hard to obtain.
And so hard to maintain.
With many dyin’, and many to kill.
And there’s so many lies,
As writers and critics still prophesize,
The wheel's still in spin
And there is no tellin’
Who’ll be later to win
Or to lose to the lord of the flies.
For the world’s still ragin’
And the old road’s still rapidly agin’
But old songs are the best
In my safe little nest.
Though I forget the rest.
Because the times, they still are a-changin'.
That’s time’s curse, the die’s cast.
And the slowest now may later be fast.
So goes the world, we call
Our own. We cannot stall
Spring, summer and fall.
And the present now will later be past.
As teens turned to twenties,
Thirties and so on and now we say, “Please,
Just one more day to sing
My song of belonging
To the time that’s changing
Before my eyes, as I peer through the trees
And try to imagine
The forest road beyond that will begin
As another new day,
In that time changing way,
As Bob Dylan would say
In the song we sang, when times we were in
Were full of the promise
Of a future, now a past that we miss
And we laugh, if we can
At the woman or man
We’ve become when our plan
Turned out, hit or miss, turned out to be this.
For the world’s still ragin’
And the old road’s still rapidly agin’
But old songs are the best
In my safe little nest.
Though I forget the rest.
Because the times, they still are a-changin'.
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