CHANGES I had hoped to be different and now I am I didn't have to try too hard after all so all my complaining at myself was wasted save your complaints for something that is changed by them now I'm thinking what if some of the white hairs start growing in black again will I be sleepless and nervous again but bend more easily and stay up half the night talking? but I should know by now when they change the roads the roads only lead away from us and the destination changes too further away and more surprising ending in a warmer climate or a more sheltered valley or even up in the air
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