small change

If change comes

Without a clang,

No knock at the door,

Just seeps in

Through the leaky roofs,

oozes down to the nooks,

Settles down and snores,

How can I deny the year

Past and its many cousins

Their due,

impolite though they are,

stomping stridently on,

over what I may have been.


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2 Responses to small change

  1. Balchan says:

    “year Past and its many cousins” .. nicely put.

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