Lang

Andrew R. Duckworth

It changes with every generation,
Little by little,
A playful dance of sound-
Rhythm and tone
Blending and bleeding
Strung in strings
With diverse beads,
Telling a story
Around humanity’s campfire.
Tomorrow, the sound will change
Only a little,
Not enough to notice.
In one hundred years,
It will sound funny
Like it did one hundred years ago.