Changes - Poem by Tom Squires
When you can't find your way back home,
When your dreams seem to change their bright tone.
When hope seems to fly out the door,
Stand and count your blessings one by one.
The change of the day has begun,
You don't have to feel so outdone.
Just listen to the voice of your own,
The sound of water,
The laugh of a daughter.
Clear falling rain and wind driven words,
Great blanket of birds.
Flying across the face of the sun,
Believe in yourself my friend
It's never really the end
It's just a shift in the season,
The ryme and the reason
Of the master's great brush stroke of change,
And it's constant and it's change.
It will always be until you're free.
2013 Tom Squires
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