Remodeling an old,
Outdated life,
Is like emptied closets;
Starkly void.
Nothing from the past
Fits me anymore,
So I must begin
Creating a
Whole new wardrobe,
For this older and
Broader old broad.
Filling the closets
Is going to be quite
An exciting challenge.
Feeling my way through,
Only myself to please;
I find easy, simple comfort
Better suited
To a way of life
That also promises
To be a better fit.
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Evokes so clearly the rewards, at long last, of experience as we struggle to find some tranquility. The road to health and happiness found and savored... Don