Maunderings

Daisy Peasblossom on Oct 10, 2009

Tags: Climate Change, environment, Personal change, time

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Noddleing on about nothing…

Changes within me,
Changes without

What is this thing called change?
I think I know
I think I should be…

And then comes about
Things are some other way.

I look at all I’ve been,
The ways I’ve taken

To say,
Looking back from now to then:

“What a long, strange trip its been”.

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Comments (5)

ken bultman on Oct 10, 2009
You are so right…and strange treks yet to come.
Christine Ramsay on Oct 10, 2009
There are so many changes in life as we get older. I sometimes feel as if I can’t keep up. Nice work.

Christine
cutedrishti8 on Oct 10, 2009
changes are part of our life..Nice work..
Atanacio on Oct 10, 2009
all the workings of a good entry thanks for sharing
TroostAvenue on Nov 23, 2009
Nicely done, well worth the trip.

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