Poetry Friday
Change
Change Seems sometimes that the only constant is change. I can rely upon it like I can the sun. Like when the city surrounding me isn't the same. Or when the job I go to has different duties. Like the air that I breathe. Or the smell of my house. Change waits around me. Hoping to pop up all the time. The money in my pocket. The friends that I have. The food that I eat. All change with the days. Iā¦
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