Transitions
As life transitions to
next phase
Discreetly changing
through the days
Today seems as the day
before
And nothing seems to stop malaise
I wonder if there’s
something more
Begin to knock on each new
door
Then changes come as a
surprise
I’m different than I was before
My mirror image to my eyes
I ask if it’s conveying
lies
Has time been spent for
ill or gain?
Has each encounter made me
wise?
What of the days that do
remain?
Is my life’s message clear
and plain?
And will I focus on what’s
main?
And will I leave a mark or
stain?
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