I used to have money;
I had so much time.
And when in my space,
It was quiet, sublime!
He thought when we married,
O it would be smooth!
But the changes keep coming
And changing my groove.
I used to sit calmly
To think or to sing
Or listen to birds
Do their busy-bird things.
I try to be happy;
I try to be kind,
But the stresses spill over…
Am I losing my mind?
I really don’t know
Where this marriage will lead.
But one thing’s for sure:
Change is still guaranteed!
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Written for
#Ragtag Daily Prompt #RDP #Change
and
FOWC with Fandango: Spill
Great post 🙂
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