renaissancewoman101 Posted November 13, 2007 Share Posted November 13, 2007 Change The art of change, A reinvention, A reawakening, of what we once were, to what we are now and beyond, Bigger, better, beyond all. the chrysalis budding. Shaking out it's wings. To fly, fly like the eagle. The wings take shape. The old is the past, the past is dull, worn out, boring. Newness is good. One must change One must change. If one is to ever be accepted. Loved, cared for, change is a cry. a cry for acceptance. a yearning that is never slaked. I must follow that road of change. Else the eons of time will erase. My existence. My life. My very footprint. Link to comment
HellFrost666 Posted November 13, 2007 Share Posted November 13, 2007 Very thoughtful Ren. Link to comment
doyathink Posted November 13, 2007 Share Posted November 13, 2007 Nice poem as usual, Ren! Link to comment
Miss Firecracker Posted November 13, 2007 Share Posted November 13, 2007 Excellent work, Ren! And so positive. Link to comment
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