Changes...
The sameness of change
is silly and strange -
we slash it - rehash it -
with a new rearrange...
Although we all know
that all this is so -
we hate it - berate it
and wish it would go...
When all is so smooth
and easy to choose -
we hold it - enfold it -
so it - we won't lose...
There's comfort in knowing
and sadness in going -
but the hollow that follows
leaves more room for growing...
Joy Weare,
15th February, 2010.
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