Some things aren't the same Moved on in new ways
Died things laying still From day, every day
Need not to make waste The time, moments stand
As water washing On very dry land
Changing the order Of what, was once done
Feeling but, lonely Not having much fun
Live in the present Longing to be free
Some things aren't the same Moving on, we'll see
Thanks for reading Poem #2158
Idea on July 4, 2013 in chair at south window at 8 PM
Re read and made some changes on July 10, 2013
9 January 15, 2015
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