Those Accustomed To A Change Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Those Accustomed To A Change



Those,
Accustomed to a change...
Aren't heard complaining,
With it sustained.
As if the doing,
Keeps 'things' the same.

And those left accustomed to a change,
May seem committed...
To not be fixed.
Like those who stay glued,
And unmoved.
As if this benefits habits awarded,
And...
Those steady habits just to keep others pleased.

Steady habits,
Awarded.
And...
Those steady habits just to keep others pleased.

Those,
Accustomed to a change...
Are seldom heard to be complaining,
With it sustained.
As if the doing of it...
Will keep 'things' the same.

Those,
Invested with no time for themselves,
Seem...
At a lost to find something else to choose.
And those,
Invested with no time for themselves
Seem...
Just to live a life as martyrs.
And...
Not to live for wishes that they've got.

And those,
Invested with no time for themselves...
Seem,
Just to live a life as martyrs.
And...
Not to live for wishes that they've got.

Those,
Accustomed to a change...
Move on,
To leave what's gone.

Those,
Accustomed to a change...
Move on,
To leave what's gone.

Those,
Invested with no time for themselves,
Seem...
Just to live a life as martyrs.
And...
Not to live for wishes that they've got.

Those,
Accustomed to a change...
Move on,
To leave what's gone.

And those,
Accustomed to a change...
Move on.
Move on,
They move on...
To leave what's gone.

Yes those,
Accustomed to a change...
Move on,
To leave what's gone.

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