Oh, how blissful it is to say I have changed!
Does it matter if it was for the best or the worst?
Does it matter if the rot in me remains the same?
I have changed, and—joy!—you cannot treat me as you did.
Oh, how deliciously it melts upon my tongue!
Does it matter if it will roll bitterly about my mouth?
I have changed, and it matters not how exactly.
The point has been made, and the book has been closed.
Time has not ignored me as the world has.
Whether it has wrinkled or favored me, how pointless a thought!
I have not been left out or passed by.
As you have changed, so have I.