***
Everything changes
but math, except for new math
replaced by newer than new.
Continuity died a slow
and painful death,
a non sequitur to logic,
As it was, as it is,
and always shall be.
***
Don’t assume. Look. Both ways.
Mind the gaps in social distancing.
Our Literary Journey 
Your poem rings especially true in this time of discontinuity, Bill. It’s a dispassionate response to the inevitability of change, whether gradual or sudden. I like it.
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Thanks you, Marilyn. Indeed, it is like a world-wide prompt as everything changes.
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Well done, Bill!
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Thank you, Dale.
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Indeed. The continuity of change is the one constant.
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Everything changes for sure.
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