These Times They are a Changin'

Dear Hubs,

Some may ask how a Bob Dylan song could possibly be "our song." However, those who question that do not know 1) the love that I have for Bob Dylan, and 2) that you once tried to teach me to waltz to "These Times They are a Changin'. Your parents are ballroom dancers and your father owns a ballroom dance studio. You would think teaching me to waltz would be an easy task. Alas, not only do I have terrible rhythm, but I refused to let you change the cd for more suitable music. This was also the night that we decided should we be blessed with another daughter, her name will be Dylan Leigh. Here's to 2010 and hopefully the addition of a "pickle."

Come gather round people wherever you roam
And admit that the waters around you have grown
And accept it that soon you'll be drenched to the bone
If your time to you is worth saving
Then you'd better start swimming or you'll sink like a stone
For the times, they are a changing

Come writers and critics who prophesize with your pens
And keep your eyes open, the chance won't come again
And don't speak too soon, the wheel's still in spin
And there's no telling who that it's naming
Oh the loser will be later to win
For the times, they are a changing

Come senators, congressmen, please head the call
Don't stand in the doorway, don't block up the hall
For he that gets hurt will be her that has stalled
The battle outside raging will soon shake your windows
And rattle your hall
For the times, they are a changing

Come mothers and fathers all over this land
And don't criticize what you can't understand
Your sons and your daughter are beyond your command
Your old role is rapidly aging
Please get out of the new one if you can't lend a hand
For the times they are a changing

The line, it is drawn, the curse, it is cast
The slow one will later be fast
And the present now will soon be the past
The order is rapidly fading
The first one now will later be last
For the times, they are a changing