Changes

My friend once showed me two poems. I loved them immediately and this is the first of the two:

Some may think that it's a shame
That nothing ever stays the same
That what is good and fine today
May soon become another way
You can't just count on things to stay
The same they were just yesterday
Seem contradictory and strange
The only thing that's sure is change

But change is movement, change is growth
Not bad nor yet, and yet it's both
Of memories filled with days that passed
Have brought us here today at last,
And as the moving shadows cast
Ahead on what will be the past
As time moves on and rearranges
An infinite amount changes