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Changes will come; there’s no stopping the flow.

Sometimes they bring softness, a slowness, a caring, a glow;

And do we look forward to them?  Sometimes; usually not.

Should we look at changes as a foreshadowing, or a safe place, or an insidious plot?

The changes to which I speak, cannot be a bad thing.

They are of pure and of light; no sadness will they bring.

Come with me; it may be a short walk, it may be a long road;

But I’ll be all in, what matter the danger, what matter the load?

If thumbs are pricked and wickedness shall come,

Can’t the flow be stemmed and love follow the plumb?

Don’t we all speak of longing and of love; can its meaning be nigh?

Would it be worth it, don’t we always have to try.

When it comes, we want to plant our own garden; bedazzle our own soul.

Because tomorrow’s ground is uncertain, things often break and fall down the black hole.

As often happens, we learn to say goodbye; regardless of how often we must try; and we must try.

We learn to be patient and to be kind; many times have to endure the deceit and the lie.

We can’t tell the exact time when love changes us, but we feel it arrive;

What form will it take, will we waltz or will we jive?

As for me, I’ll do both; that is my blessing or my curse.

I wouldn’t have it any other way; I’ll sing songs and write verse.