Times have changed

Times have changed
marvelously, in strange ways.
The child I was,
I see not in today’s child.
The parent I am,
I remember not of my parents.
The education I had,
I find not in today’s education.
The teacher I am,
I remember not of my teachers.
The grandparents I see, of my children,
I wonder if I’ll be to my grandchildren;
my own grandparents I saw none.
Times have changed.
Change is permanent,
as everybody says.