Thursday, August 28, 2014

Sometimes
The goal is change.

Mix it up and rearrange,
Fix it up for them all
Happ'ly ever after, curtain call.

Sometimes
There is no goal.

There's no role
Where's just sun
                           or rain
All dance, joy or pain.

Sometimes
You give them enough rope

And you wait and cope
In lieu of change/acceptance, that appeal
You show everyone that it's real.
© 2009-2013 Taylor Hobart