Changes Poem by Carolyn Brunelle

He’s always changing direction
I’m sure he doesn’t even know
he changes the channels
in the middle of shows;
changes his stories
from yesterday
to day.

I’m a little mad, a tad off too
trying to play these mind games
It’s “I didn’t say that;
how could you ever believe? ”
“Well, because that is
what you said, not
something just perceived! ”

He gets angry
then so do I..
he simply just forgets,
none of it is a purposed lie.
We’re both getting older and
each new day brings a new glitch;
things aren’t always so golden
some parts are a genuine bitch.