change becomes me
as much as love or rage
all those milestones – fossils of my old self
celebrating journeys of the past
but offering no place – to stop or rest
change becomes me
as much as love or rage
all those milestones – fossils of my old self
celebrating journeys of the past
but offering no place – to stop or rest
Thoughtful lines, Reena. There may be no place to stop and rest but with age, I move more slowly now. Thanks for sharing your words.
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Thank you, Patricia!
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There is nothing permanent except change. Well done, Reena.
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Thanks, Franci!
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Yes, change is the essence of living.
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Agree.
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