This post started while hanging out laundry
and contemplating Comfy...
One thing I love in fall is pulling out old sweaters
that have certainly seen better days
but have such a comfy, cozy coming-home feeling!
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Change is definitely not a comfy sweater!
2020 has forced all of us into certain 'outfits' we would never choose
but must learn to adapt to, and wear!
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Change keeps us on our toes...
Ballerinas poised on joy's highs and lows
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Change yanks us from easy chairs
to balance-beams
Thank God for books; yellow with age
amidst change-fueled streams
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Change is much more than a mirror
Playing back the view
Change is like a subtle shearer
Of sheep, and wolves too
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Change is a symphony of Touch
Give and take synchronized
Look, while we try new shoes and such
It steals The Old we prized
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Change; inevitable matter of Fact
Stretch if you must but keep Focus intact
Sooner or later, as change takes its toll
It will take all but Creator and Soul
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Change is a strange, familiar thing
As common as a clock
Eternity hinged to a string
Thinned with each tick and tock
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Tick-tock, tick-tock
If we could see
Time's filigree unwind
With each tick-tock
I think we'd all be
More humble and kind
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Change sometimes makes me feel a bit like I am stuffed into
An outfit snug and stiff, uncomfortable, brand new
I’d rather wear something kind of threadbare but broken in
Because I feel much more at home in Routine’s Rags, worn thin
Change sometimes makes me feel like a child at a wishing well
Or middle-aging student learning how to read and spell
Where familiar failures and successes are not enough
To shield me from new guessing-lessons about life and love
Change sometimes makes me happy but more often breaks the mold
That feels like so much like my own skin, well-adapted and old
Till estrangements and fresh arrangements stretch and test and try
Change is a ladder to stars that keep falling from the sky
© Janet Martin
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