Change

that dime that our life can turn upon what was wanted, been attained, then gone to pick from our ground, a penny of thought of that bill-of-goods we sold and bought yet i don't give quarter or take a bit life's bill-of-fare, a fair tendered chit was well worth the price paid for the meal repast appetizing, an apperceive of appeal even the plug nickels, so changeably fickle add spendable cash, little by little jangling softly in cottoned pocket of view many possible paths in the future to pursue now i coin a phrase, of my future's purloin saving, always saving my hard-earned coin that these timely baubles, carried all my life would fill these longings 'til last contrived steal a way, deal away, life is too short to say all i'd ever need, any life's part to portray scene of some endings, some sense of complete with a discrete life lived, ample and sweet change is, in fact, what life's all about our metamorphosis occurs day in, day out only left, if we're lucky, with our memories of life's experience and all its vagaries © Goode Guy 2012-02-19