Today Poetic Bloomings is prompting us to contemplate the inevitable changelessness of change...
A good love song...
You say I always change my mind
A woman’s right, I’m told
But darling, my love will not change
Though we grow very old
Still, should love change, pray it will be
More kind and patient, dear
When we are long estranged from how
We got to There from here
Then all the changes we’ve fought through
And laughed and groaned and wept
Will be the legacy, my love
Of promises we’ve kept
© Janet Martin