The Changing Game - Poem by Jayne Davies
Soft petals on an Autumn breeze,
The leaves now fallen from the trees,
Nothing ever stays the same,
For life is just a changing game.
Friends they come, and friends they go,
Feeling fine, then feeling low,
All good things come to an end,
Some broken things we just can't mend.
If only I could find a place,
To keep the things I love, so safe,
For nothing ever stays the same,
Life is just a changing game.
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