Endless change, nearly imperceptible
But silently bold
I have depleted the joy of being invincible
I’m not quite old
But I yield a little of myself to change
When I must
For I cannot rearrange
The sequence of dust
Endless change, but I am unwilling to trade
Passionate longing
To be quietly patient and staid
Every morning
Change is as subtle as a falling mist
In the soft-dusk hour
It does no good, but still I resist
It’s resolute power
Janet~
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