A Variance of Time – Vincent Edward Manda

Change is an apparently
Natural phenomenon.

The old is succeeded
By the new
Which then grows grey…

People are born
Become old and
Are replaced.

But what we are blind to
Is how the old has become ancient
We think it new
While those remembering it;
Sell it as something novel,
Disguising it as
Progress, fascism, democracy, socialism, communism and capitalism
Amongst other names.

If change were truly natural
Then it would be more like a tree
Whose true age is unknown
But grandfathers’ grandfathers
Remember it always standing strong.

It may look different
With or without leaves,
Colourful or dull
In Summer, Autumn, Winter and Spring

But for thousands of years
The trunk and roots
Have been the same
Steadily holding more ground
While sheltering the innocent
From the burning sun
In hues of
Green, gold, yellow and brown
Ultimately, until the leaves fall off
And new ones are needed.


his name rhymes with ‘mince’. He’s rarely without a notebook and can usually be found next to the closest bottle of red wine. Previously a writer for The Roehampton Lane Journal.

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