The winds of change blow all the time,
From infants to old age, we change all the time.
Yet feel we do, that time will remain the same;
And nothing will change, this world will be the same.
Follies of our mind, play havoc in our lives;
As errors of judgment, we make in our lives.
Tomorrow is never the same and today will not come again;
Yet when it changes, why does it give the pain?
Remain we do, unbending and judgmental;
In our minds, we are still foolish mentals.
- Dr. Hira