Movement

A man who does not cultivate his soil, will still grow weeds
A man who refuses to move with time, will be moved by time
This happiness I wish to hold onto,
The happiness from the past that I wish to re-create,
Cannot be found again
For the pieces of it have changed
And despite myself, so have I

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Author: redgladiola

Creative writer happily predisposed to flights of fancy. You can find my poetry and short prose at https://redgladiola.wordpress.com

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