Change is difficult,
As we are mired by our burdens.
Holding on to a permanence and comfort,
In a world that does not care.

We don't need much to simply be;
Food, shelter, warmth, touch,
And things that could move our hearts.
Yet these days they are all replaceable / consumable.

Except, for a few treasured keepsakes.
That anchor us to our moments of connection.
Though even they fade—
As we too are consumables.