Thursday, October 8, 2009

change-

-written when I was 11yrs old- and found in that box in the garage

As the days of the year
give way to one another,
today to tomorrow
as sister to brother,

Summer to Autumn
and Winter to Spring,
so the birds of the nest
now take to the wing.

The year she grows old
and sheds light on the new.
We grow and e change,
as the seasons do.

A flower will open,
hold it's glory then die.
Enjoying life
as it passes by.

Accept change as it comes,
let go of the past.
Savour life's little moments,
they go so fast.

Change comes in new
and goes out old.
So the once timid child
may grow to be bold

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