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

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