Changing Rooms
The times changed,
while I changed much.
The world remade itself,
over and over again.
I changed in a personal dressing room,
one that traveled light years away,
from a former self.
Looking back
waiting for the world to catch up,
I see that I have misjudged,
nothing had changed, only the drapes,
the choice of paint, new carpets.
The house of time had dug itself,
mush deeper,
into the past -
that's all.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2024
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